One peaceful afternoon in Mississauga, as I was flying my kite on a gentle breeze blowing south, something utterly bizarre caught my eye. I was busy untangling the string of my diamond-shaped delta kite—the one marked with the Superman symbol—when I noticed behind it a shining, silver, donut-shaped object drawing closer.
This wasn’t any ordinary kite or helium balloon; the mysterious silver ring reflected the sun like molten metal, heading northward, right towards my kite, despite the southern wind pushing everything else in the opposite direction. It looked like a giant silver inner tube floating in the sky, but that made no sense since no such silver inner tubes exist, nor would a helium balloon move against the wind.
I called out to the other man at the park, “Hey, look behind my kite, what is that?” He just shrugged, equally puzzled by this strange spectacle.
The object’s deliberate approach, as if curious about my kite, left a lingering unease—a silent, gleaming presence in the sky that defied explanation. Was this a trick of the light, or something far more otherworldly? This fleeting encounter remains one of those eerie moments that stays etched in my mind, a reminder that mysteries can sometimes drift quietly on the wind when you least expect them.