On New Year’s Eve 2015, just before midnight, I found myself gazing out of my bedroom window in Peterborough, Ontario, captivated by an eerie sight. High above the city, an orange light drifted silently across the sky—at first appearing diamond-shaped but soon revealing itself as a glowing orange orb. Its slow movement from the northwest to the east was mesmerizing and mysterious. I called to my husband, who initially didn’t see it from his vantage point in the kitchen. But within moments, he urged me to come and witness another orb, identical in shape and color, following the same course across the night.
Drawn outside, we stood in silence, straining to hear any hum or roar—but there was only stillness. These orbs moved with a quiet grace, faster than similar sightings yet wholly without any discernible mechanical sound or accompanying lights. Their subtle glow contrasted sharply with the darkness, their circular shapes piercing the night like distant, otherworldly beacons.
This rare and haunting experience left us with more questions than answers. Were these orbs a natural phenomenon, secretive technology, or something born from the unknown? The memory of those quiet, glowing circles remains etched in my mind—a mesmerizing enigma drifting just beyond our grasp, casting a supernatural aura over the cold New Year’s sky.