I bicycle/bus to work (on Campus) from Sacramento; I arrive at 6am, alongside The Arboretum. A tedious commute melts away as I catch glimpses of magic; shimmering leaves hang on delicate branches to frame forested paths guarded by massive pines poking up at the pre-dawn sky, and ducks. Gaps between the vertical trunks are scenes; trunks are the frames; a moving picture is created as I glide along, piquing my interest of what's Nature doing over there?