your soles stick in the mud and you try to avoid the worst of it but of course you can't see that the next step is right into the worst. and so you walk on and stand finally in the clearing and look around. try to see what he has seen there.
the tree is torn and broken and horizontal. but at just a certain height. you see what he means. you stand there for an extra minute not knowing why you're not just leaving. it's empty there, just you. but there seems to be something, some sort of thing left behind in the air in which you're standing.