In the smallest box, look and you will see love there...

When I was young there was a place that my parents warned me about. It was called The Bush and it was full of monsters and strange men who lured small boys, such as I was, to an uncertain but frightening death.

When I was forty-three I went back to my small home town and sought The Bush out. I sat in it, my back against a sumac tree listening to the whistling of a train heading to the far north.

I felt strangely safe in the knowledge that The Bush contained nothing as frightening as the thought of the future alone, without my wife, who had left me and my daughter, whom she had taken.