is concrete. breath, beat, beyond our senses. Delight in the peace of a forest when cannot hear the shuffle and bustle of tiny lives in fight for food, for shelter, for continuance, taste their small victories, touch their achieved peaks, inhale their determination, or see their acts of survival without mechanical help. It is all abstraction, imagined construction, logical supposition while the wood falls about us in evening light.
The Wombwell Rainbow 