It might seem odd to talk about electricity in the middle of a forest. But that’s the word that springs to mind when I visit the Whirlpool Trails in Oxford, Mississippi, to unplug from social media and the tyranny of my email in-box. The walks I take in autumn feel differently charged when the forest lights up for fewer and fewer hours as the days get shorter. Leaves scatter and fall as the school year ushers in new students who gingerly step wide-eyed into these cooling corridors for the first time to see
