I showed up at my spot and stood up on top of one of the dead pine trees that ley across the path. The atmosphere seemed still and lifeless. It was cold, gray and quiet other than the creaking of bald trees being blown furiously. A few minutes had gone by, I was still standing there looking around and thinking what to write. The longer I stood there the more sounds I started to hear peeking out. Once the chipmunks and the squirrels were comfortable with my presence they came out and continues their work. I was glad that I was no longer keeping them from getting things done. I even heard some bird songs in the distance. A student walked by after I had been there for ten or so minutes and this once again brought the forest to a cold silence in her trail. A helicopter flew right above trees and filled the forest with sound. It was after that I decided to leave.