The surroundings that engulfed the morning were quiet, and the skin of the water upon the lake was unbroken, save for a few brave ducks that waddled out into the autumn cold.

I was sitting on the bank, pondering everything and nothing together.

My legs swung in rhythm, and I noticed that the huge tree adjacent to me had a reflection just as proud in stature as the real thing in the lake.

A chill breeze made me shudder in my jacket, and I turned, seeking comforting warmth from someone who was no longer there.

Full of scoldings, I hunched back to my original position, swearing under my breath and knotting my jaw into unnecessary, painful clenches.

I was parched; my tears wouldn’t come rolling any longer, and the only friend’s company who I didn’t forsake was the one of this isolated lake.

I watched as the mirror image of the tree went undisturbed on the quicksilver surface.

My eyes caught a glance of my own image in the water.

If everything has a reflection – why does mine look so different?