The storm has passed. After two days of lashing wind and whipping rain the skies are placid again and the clouds gentle. The earth lies heavy, sodden with water and strewn with tree branches that sheared and split and tumbled down. The roar and scent of woodsmen and their chainsaws on the breeze clearing the paths leaving dust and wooden tumulus dotted in their wake. The paths are littered with debris: twigs, leaves, pine needles that release their oils when crushed underfoot.