AUGUST 2019 (APPROX.)

As I sat in my car at a mailbox along the road, an ancient, beige, muslin type square of fabric inches out from behind the trunk of an old tree about 5 feet away from me and about 8 to 10 feet up from the ground. It slowly inched out completely horizontally from the tree. Then inched back slowly. I passed the tree slowly stopping as I drove past it and looked up to see if maybe an animal was responsible, but there was nothing there. I was feeling quite emotional as I approached the tree directly before the incident occurred, thinking about a loved one who recently passed away. It felt connected somehow.

Submitted by J. Brown