"I lie in a hammock and look up at the forest. Redwoods, tall. The wind dances. The bark is red, the wind is cold, and breath seeps quietly into me. A silent forest, only with breath.

The breath travels between me and the forest. The breath is like a shadow, like the wind, something without substance. Time crumbles. There is no 'now'.

I breathe, the forest breathes. We are all breath, breath, breath. I stand in that gap. Forest, breath."