I love exploring. I do it every day whenever I have time. One weekend I found a new path that I had never seen before in the Blackwood. That weekend I packed some tools and supplies and headed down the path. The woods were bursting with the colour of spring. Birdsong was echoing and I could catch glimpses of the tail feathers or the wingtips of the vocalists. I rounded a bend and saw a pool of water with a mirror on the bank of the pool. I cautiously walked toward it. I placed my hands on the smooth cool glass. Then I stumble backward, shrieking. The image disappeared as soon as my hands left the glass. What is that mirror, because it’s obviously not an actual mirror. The better question though is. What am I?