In Hamlet, Shakespeare said,
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
|Peeking at me from behind a tree|
I’d never seen anything like it and still am not sure what it was. A creature of some sort, shaped like an apostrophe, but moving around of its own volition. It had little snail-like horns at the top of its head.
At one point, it spotted me, and I wasn’t sure if I was in any danger. It didn’t seem aggressive, nor imposing in figure, being merely a curved form, floating about a few inches from the ground.
Eventually it shot away, disappearing into the trees.
|moving my direction|
|staring at me from the sidewalk|
|floating along the grass by the road|
|floating along the street|