The pond at the end of the canal carries calm and faintly rippled waves. But it remains opaque, still echoing the violence of yesterdays storm.
A dead tree towers above the pond and casts a distorted reflection onto the skyblue and lush green water. It is covered in mistletoe, slowly overtaking the once proud and now defeated being. Given but a quick glance one might not even notice the imposter amidst its lush neighbours. But cast a second one and its still uncovered branches reveal what had previously blended in.