Floating Pebble

High Weirdness



One morning, sitting in the library with my child during storytime, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head and noticed something floating down from the ceiling a few feet away. At first, I thought a feather from the craft room had gotten sucked up into the ventilation. I was mesmerized by the way it floated down in slow, methodical arcs, back and forth, like a clock’s pendulum. After several minutes of watching it, it finally landed. I expected to see a feather or bit of tissue paper–something light. Instead what I found, sitting on the floor, unnoticed in the crowded room, was a small pebble, dark in color, about the size of a quarter. And yes, it absolutely lives in my house now.

Submitted by Angelina