One cold November morning in Barrie, Ontario, just as dawn was breaking around 6:30, I noticed a solitary white light, faint and distant, gliding slowly from the southern sky.
At first, I thought it was likely a satellite, moving too deliberately against the backdrop of early morning stillness. But then, abruptly, this dot of light changed course sharply toward the west. Without warning, it accelerated at an unimaginable speed, vanishing into the horizon in a mere 40 seconds. The brightness of the light was unsettling, a harsh white glow that seemed almost otherworldly.
This fleeting visitor left me questioning what secrets the skies might hold beyond our everyday comprehension.