Amid the dusk-veiled skies of Burlington, Ontario, on the night of November the thirteenth, 2020, there manifested an eerie and unworldly spectacle—an unidentifiable light hovering silently against the canopy of clouds. This star-like orb, luminous yet steadfast, held its vigil for more than ten minutes, lingering with a spectral stillness that defied common understanding.
I chanced upon this strange apparition and, with a trembling hand, captured its ghostly glow upon my phone’s humble lens. The object did not dance upon the wind, as a common drone might; rather, it clung to a small patch of sky, almost as if bewitched or ensorcelled—an emissary from realms unknown, perhaps.
What drone could so defy the laws of flight, holding its position so marvellously against the murmur of the night? Yet, the question lingers: was it something mundane, the hum of mechanical wings disguised against the darkness, or a visitor from the silences betwixt the stars? The answer, like the shimmering light itself, eludes the grasp of earthly logic.
Such encounters stir the imagination and beckon the curious to peer beyond the veil of our mundane world, to ponder the secrets concealed in the celestial depths. In the hushed shadows of Burlington’s night, the light remains—a silent sentinel, whispering tales of wonder to those who dare to watch.