Infinite Meniscus

Ferns carpet a clearing, hidden deep in the forest. The air is rich with the smell of dampened earth and rotting leaves. A strange bird call echoes through the trees from some unseen corner of the woods. In the middle of the clearing stand two stunted apple trees, their apples are fragrant and sweet. I stand between them. Those trees still stand there, some sort of divide. Am I here on this side, or is this side the other side? How can one ever be sure? Should I follow the river or follow the leaves? The river is very cold and clear