I’m walking north on Enright in the late afternoon. I see two big red oak trees shimmering in the breeze a few hundred yards ahead, soaking up the sunlight from the west. I have watched their lush green all summer and now the leaves are bronze. The aliveness of the shimmering trees seems to reach out to me. I pause and vividly imagine their breathing in concert with mine, and with the breathing of countless animals, plants and people. I can also sense the trees absorbing the sun’s energy, and their roots drawing up water and nutrients.