A branch has fallen from a tree and now rests in the waters of a lake.
Seemingly perched atop the lake’s mirror surface, the branch appears
to be creeping its way back to shore in an animal-like posture.
But it really isn’t going anywhere, except gradually melting into its reflection.
At the end of life, we disappear into who we once were.
m1nute 
Interesting thought about melting into the reflection then comparing it to our lives. Been taking shots of limbs in lakes, sometimes hard to discern where the image ends and the reflection begins.
I could stare for hours at reflections.