A forest is what exists between its trees, between its dense undergrowth and its clearings, between all its life cycles and their different time-scales, ranging from solar energy to insects that live for a day.
A forest is also a meeting place between those who enter it and something unnameable and attendant, waiting behind a tree or in the undergrowth. Something intangible and within touching distance. Neither silent nor audible.
It is not only visitors who feel this attendant something; hunters and foresters who can read unwritten signs are even more keenly aware of it.
Hold Everything Dear: Dispatches on Survival and Resistance