Walking my two dogs has always been a nightly occurrence. Barkley and Cooper, my love and joy. I’ve always walked from my home on Chariton Fairway through downtown Scarsdale, New York. However, tonight I decided to take them through the back roads on the left side of my home. I heard there was a chance you could see Jupiter in the night sky that day, so I wanted a chance, away from everyone, to see this sight. 

12:00 am struck, and the next moment I bolted out the door with my dogs. I was eager, excited to see this. I love space, the stars, the galaxy, all of that. I was walking, and right when I turned the corner down my steps, a force, like wind. 

Up in the sky I went like a kite. Soaring in the air, strung along by my dog’s leashes. I was flying. It was like I was taken up by a UFO and my dogs were holding me down. I was like a boat, floating on water, and my dogs were the anchor. In the air, I turned to look up. Nothing was there. So what was happening? Why was I flying? It wasn’t windy.

Two minutes had passed in the air. Two turned to five, five turned to ten. I fell. It was probably twenty-five feet in the air. I was terrified, to say the least, when I started falling, but I was suspended in the air right before I would have smacked in the ground. Something had to be there, holding me, messing with me. But I turn again, right before I hit the ground. Nothing. So why was I suspended, twenty-five feet for ten minutes, one foot for one? I look again, nothing.