Something wonderful about trees, anywhere you might find them, is the effect of sunlight peeking through pseudo-canopies where foliage at different heights paint strokes of variable and translucent greens and yellows which overlap each other. It is a seemingly infinite collection of stunning layers, with your eye travelling up and up until instead of a new shade of green there is only the blinding sun. Noticing this foliage effect always takes me to a place of wonder, but walking into Johnson Woods for the first time, alone and just before the sun began to set, was like being transported to an entire world of that wonder. Once I was deeper along the trail I could spin around and see nothing else. No sounds were there to distract me: no other visitors, not a bird peeping. There was only me, the green, and the enigmatic hum of an unseen insect army.