Silence of footsteps on the long walk to the top of a mountain.

El Capitan is the destination in mind.

Thoughts of the view and the colors of the forest.

Silence of the wind whistling through the tops of the trees.

Feeling the leaves rustling together like a soft blanket on a cold rainy day. 

The silence of the water running down the cold river.

The silence was broken by a tree cracking in the distance.

The sound of the falling leaves, the breaking branches.

The sound of trees scratching against each other and the sight of fear throughout the forest.

Amongst the silence, a BANG!! the tree hits the ground. The forest was awakened. The animals were scattered, and the plants were crushed.

Branches spread across the ground. The dust arose uncovering the rocky floor.

The tone of the forest changes in an instant. From peace to war then back to peace.

As fast as it started it ended. The silence began again.

The smell of green and brown throughout the forest.

The landscape changes as it has in the past.

An event with so much wonder but so much awe.

A change that will never occur again.