On 26 March 2020 (the eve of lockdown in South Africa), we had a powerful storm that blew hail in under the doors and plunged us into darkness. Of course, I was out on my verandah watching as the storm unfolded. Seldom have I felt so many conflicting emotions. This was uncharted territory and I felt loss, but also comfort as the storm asserted itself. The forest buckled and hissed and then as the storm retreated, the trees regained their poise. We ate a shaky, candlelit dinner and went to sleep in the unfamiliar quiet. The world was different when we woke up the next morning, but the refuge of the forest is still there.