A park, seen twice

A view of a park with a white fence and a tree. That’s all the caption had to offer this morning, but it lingered with me longer than it should have. The park is a blur in the morning, a fence in focus, and a tree looming in the background. The second look was blurry, but still the same park, same fence, same tree. It’s strange how two descriptions of the same scene, an hour apart, feel different when they’re so similar. The morning fence was clear, solid, almost a character in its own right, while the afternoon fence was a blur, a whisper of its morning self. Yet both were there, both were the same fence. Today, I noticed that the same can mean different things in different lights.