Self-Distracted

Gazing through a hazy window. The scene outside, it was great and gnarled. That tree . . . It's own canopy of shiny red leaves shading meandering roots and the wet green grass that grew between and about them. Grand tree. Beheld, for a moment, like white wine lingering on my tongue. The glistening grass. The shimmering leaves. The misty glass. But then I saw it. Reflection, or apparition?! In the corner of my eye, I caught it sneaking glances.