It was a quiet early evening in Tijuana, Baja California. Around 5:25 pm, as I was driving home, my attention was caught by something unusual outside the right window of my car. Suspended in the air about two kilometers away and roughly 500 meters high, there hovered an egg-shaped object, its surface gleaming with a silvery shine that flickered sporadically under the fading light.
The object remained motionless for what felt like a timeless moment—nearly eight minutes—as if defying the rush of the world around it. Its shape was unmistakably that of an egg, stark and silent in the sky. Then, with a sudden burst of speed in a southern direction, it disappeared from view, leaving behind a heavy sense of wonder.
I cannot quantify its velocity as it accelerated too quickly to follow, but the memory of that gleaming, motionless craft still lingers in my mind. This encounter, deeply etched in my memory, offers a haunting glimpse into the mysteries that sometimes brush against the mundane moments of our daily lives.