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If I were the sort to believe in alien encounter conspiracy theories, tonight would have been one of those evenings to cement the paranoia.
Unseaonably warm weather has gifted us with a steamy fog sitting high in the sky - well, it seems high to me, but what is five feet four compared to several thousand feet of vertical climb? As I was walking home from work I glanced a bright light out of the corner of my eye, and assuming it was the moon I glanced up to have a look. And what to my only momentarily confused eyes should appear, but a beam of light moving rapdily across the sky enough above the cloud cover to cloak the maker of said light in mystery.
It was circling the downtown area, and I assumed that it was a helicopter scouring the core for the sort one can find skulking about the mall on a Sunday night when the only things open are the Tim Hortons and Money Mart. It was moving faster than I'd have assumed a helicopter could, hence the opening remark about viewing spacecraft. Oooh aaah, the aliens is comin' to git me, Ma.
It was odd, still neat, but not nearly as neat as the event I describe below from a few years back.
I saw the most amazing phenomenon the other day. A fog layer over the city, a cloud layer above that. In between the lightning flashed, but the fog diffused it, making it fuzzy, less like streaks and more like elongated flares. It rains when the sun shines, lightning when it's snowing out, fog that makes the sky look pink or yellow. We should look up more often.