One autumn evening in October 2002, as I was driving back to Windsor from Chatham with two university friends, we noticed something truly uncanny in the sky. For nearly ten minutes, five slow-moving objects drifted overhead, their shapes unfamiliar and movements erratic. They each left behind distinct trails, reminiscent of airplane contrails, yet their pace was unusually sluggish and their directions seemed utterly random — not following any flight pattern we recognized.
The glow of the setting sun cast an eerie light, enhancing the surreal quality of the scene. These weren’t ordinary planes or known aerial phenomena; something about the silent spectacle felt otherworldly, stirring a sense of wonder mixed with unease.
As observers attuned to the possibilities beyond the commonplace, we couldn’t help but question what we saw. Were these objects remnants of classified technology, some atmospheric anomaly, or visitors from realms unknown? Regardless, the experience lingered with us, a haunting reminder that the skies above Windsor hold mysteries yet to be explained.