We all happen at the crossroads.
This woman is unaware of the proximity of two great things, whether they are decisions, forces, friends, or lovers. And then, what is more, a reflection pool stirs slowly before her.
The tree on the right - the one that looks as though it might just snatch you with its twiggy, malicious grasp - might just need a hug. Perhaps it has never known love before. The tree on the left might look like the better option - she looks graceful and healthy now - but on the inside she may be spent. Hm.
*wink*
