I intended to write a nice calm environmentally friendly post about a lovely Sunday morning sashay around the woods with a camera. About this very special time of year when the temperatures hover below freezing and the snow has condensed as hard as granite beneath the feet.
One can walk upon snow, feeling perhaps a little like Jesus walking about the water. What usually remains impossible to traverse without snowshoes becomes newfound freedom on certain mornings in March when we can scamper hither and yon like our four-footed squirrel neighbors.
You can ascertain the amount of snow that remains on the ground by viewing these pictures. In the following photo you will note that bare ground reveals itself in certain places, a sure harbinger of spring.
I could share tale after tale of March escapades atop snow. How we fashioned pieces of cardboard for our children one fine spring day and they slid merrily down the ravine hill behind our house. How I walked all the way to the bay with nary a foot breaking through the steadfast snow crust.
But, truly, dear reader, I have more pressing news.
You will never believe what happened last night after I uploaded these photos here in the blog. (Keep looking at the photos, if you want to see more woods-walk-atop-snow photography, but prepare to hear the most exciting thing that’s happened to me in ages.)
Last night I could not sleep.
You know the drill.
You toss, you turn, you get up, you lie back down, you sigh, you frown, you get back up.
Then you repeat, ad nauseam.
I wandered into the kitchen for the second or third time and reached for my handy glass of water in the dark.
Suddenly–out the kitchen window–flew an Unidentified Flying Object.
My mouth dropped open. (This is not an April Fool’s joke, for those of you suddenly remembering the date, although maybe the Universe was playing an April Fool’s joke on yours truly…)
Out the window, maybe a football field away, in between all the bare maple and poplar trees, flew a round glowing white orb.
I can’t tell you the size, as it was difficult to ascertain. Larger than a basketball, surely. Smaller than a car, most probably.
It navigated purposefully and swiftly through the night.
I so regretted not having my glasses on–to better examine this strange-looking object. I ran between windows to follow its progress, but figured there wouldn’t be time to find the spectacles.
It was like nothing I had ever seen.
Eventually, thinking the thing might return and circle, I rushed for the glasses. But, alas, the UFO never returned.
Instead, I rousted Barry. Or attempted to roust him.
“Barry! Wake up!” I said urgently, “I just saw a UFO!”
He turned over.
“Oh, yes,” he replied, “I saw one yesterday, too.”
I pause. WHAT? What is he talking about?
“Yeah,” he continued, “in the afternoon, going to dinner.”
WHAT is he talking about?
“I told you all about it,” he said.
WHAT? Suddenly it’s beginning to occur to me that my husband is talking in his sleep.
Which he has been known to do.
“Yeah,” he went on, “It was a family. They just wanted to talk.”
OK. Yep. He was talking in his sleep.
Your blogger was now convinced she had entered the Twilight Zone and might not escape.
First the UFO. Then the sleep-talking husband. You can imagine how easily sleep came after this incident. I was still awake at 2 a.m.
The first thing I did this morning was to tell said husband about the midnight happenings. He laughed uncontrollably. He laughed so hard I was afraid he wouldn’t get to work.
“Sure,” he said in that special tone reserved for suspect individuals, “Sure, Kathy, you saw a UFO.”
As someone who had entertained a family from a UFO yesterday I thought he shouldn’t be making fun of me!
I spent a half hour looking up UFO photos on Google. Looking for reports of unidentified flying objects in the Upper Peninsula. One looked strangely like “my” glowing orb, but most of them did not.
My daughter suggested that it might have been a drone. Does that qualify as a UFO? It certainly may have been…
Has anyone else ever spotted a midnight flying object? And did anyone else in the Upper Peninsula see one last night?