One chilly evening in Tijuana, about a mile from the airport, I stepped out onto my patio to have a smoke. The night sky stretched vast and dark, but above, something unusual caught my attention. A sphere-shaped light hovered, bathed in a flickering aura that wrapped around it like a delicate haze.
It moved with an almost playful unpredictability, darting in a zigzag pattern that seemed to defy logic. Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, it paused midair—silent but intense—before accelerating away at a speed that was impossible to follow with the naked eye. The entire encounter lasted barely thirty seconds, but it left me with a haunting impression.
This wasn’t just a trick of the light or a distant airplane; the presence carried a mysterious energy that lingered in the back of my mind long after the sphere disappeared into the night. For those fascinated by the unexplained, incidents like this inject a reminder that the sky above still holds secrets waiting to be discovered.