You're deep in the forest, hours from the trailhead.
Everything is silent until a light breath of breeze rustles the fall leaves.
The sun is about to dip below the horizon.
Out of the corner of your eye you see movement.
The buck approaches.
You're at your favorite bar, hours from your first beer.
Everything is silent except for Joe Cocker on the jukebox.
You haven't seen the sun in days.
A cougar approaches.