"I take a deep breath. The air is still moist; it has the freshness of moss. I have been away and I have missed the forest here, but maybe the forest hasn’t been so bothered by my absence."

Sit with me as I return to my shack in the bush after a time away, wondering what my absence means in a place like this.

"I take a deep breath. The air is still moist; it has the freshness of moss. I have been away and I have missed the forest here, but maybe the forest hasn’t been so bothered by my absence." Sit with me as I return to my shack in the bush after a time away, wondering what my absence means in a place like this.

In a Train Carriage, Going Nowhere (51: Absence)

I'm a storyteller, writer and bushwalking guide from Tasmania.

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