Birch
During a weekend of cross-country skiing, a trail led us through a stand of Aspen trees. Wrapped in the stark mantle of winter, the pale trunks seemed to extend into the forest forever, like holding two mirrors in front of each other and watching the reflections echo into infinity.

It was a moment of dual vision for me... observing the general texture of white vertical shapes crowded in the scene while noticing the sharp distinction between each unique tree. A subtle shift of perception was all it took to move from one vision to the other, without moving an inch from where I stood.

I think life is like that, too.