At one place in the road, the trees parted and Ronica had a brief glimpse of the harbor.

The trees parted for him, and he entered.

Then, almost directly ahead, the trees parted and the landing lights revealed a flat, snow-covered field.

The trees parted to let them through and for one second assumed their human forms completely.

Then the slope crested, the trees parted at the path's end, and there he was.

The trees parted at the far end of the lot, and the road continued as compressed dirt.

But at the summit the trees parted like curtains to provide a spectacular outlook over the valley on the other side.

The trees parted to reveal a long blue lake below them.

The trees parted, the sky lightened and it was nearly day again.

Then two trees parted like the opposite of a prayer and seemed to focus on the mound all the light the sun contained.