As I was driving home today, I was struck by the sheer majestic beauty of the trees in their splendid autumn colours.

As I watched them sway gracefully in the wind, I realised that I feel a deep sense of calm when I look at them. It seemed to me that trees combine their amazing strength with a gentle humility.

They give just enough to the wind, but no more. It’s done without complaint, without any objection. There’s no fight. They respond to their environment, right here, right now in the most gentle way.

They just … are.