Springs of varying magnitudes feed the Ichetucknee river, and so do rains. The river’s levels rise and fall. Today, the water is high, and the river flows into the cypress swamps spreading out alongside it.
On calm days of great amplitude, the trees multiply and stretch a second self onto the river’s surface. We don’t know any better than to call these new trees reflections.
I could slide from my kayak into this tree’s reflection and dive right into its open womb.