A soft breeze shakes the leaves off of the branches of trees. Aside from the light swish, the leaves make no sound as they flutter to the ground. Distantly, water from a river flows over rocks; the air is crisp enough to make the lungs burn a little. It's dark, save for the sun peeking through the leaves of the hooded trees that occasionally blinds, but for only a moment. Rocks crunch beneath your feet, but you can find it in yourself to ignore it in favor of enjoying the view.
