Seeing the sudden flare of a match shining back, a red-orange glow, from the face of the woman/girl under the tree a metre or two in front of me as I walk down the quiet road towards the city centre, as her boyfriend talks to her.
Gazing down listlessly on a large, dark puddle, reflecting both the leaves and canopy of the trees ahead of me in the park, and suddenly noticing the movement of the birds above mirrored beside my feet as we carry on in the same direction.