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

watching me

floating along the grass by the road

floating along the street