There is something about the openings of trees such as this. They conjure images of little worlds to be discovered, of the unknown.
This was a great oak, old and wise. "There aren't any critters here. Keep walking."
I walk in the other direction and see this squirrel blending into the grass and leaves. He is one with his surroundings I watch him dig in the crusted soil.
When I walk back, he's more alert.
And then he becomes aware of me and peers, dropping what he was nibbling. We are aware of each other.
This one was on the other side. There one moment,
gone the next.