Chapter 11
That precious, familiar calm. Tree climbing. Different from rock climbing. Trees lived. Even mighty Pallawarra gave with the wind. He moved. Matt moved too, away from the people and cars and the ravaged earth. He moved into another dimension. For the first time in a long time, Matt focused on the moment. On his breath, his feet, his fingers. A meditation. There was no choice. Any slip was death.
The darkening forest lay in mysterious degrees of light and shade. The more Matt looked at the tree, the more he saw the tree. Its position, its size and form – its unique structure and balance. He saw through its bark-dangled camouflage.
Now light rain began falling, deepening the colours. The auburns and browns, the greens and golds, the glistening mottled curls of stringybark strea
