Robican

Silence. The best kind lies where no other can breath it in. Deep in the woods, lost in a world exclusive to those patient to find it, you’ll find a mountainous range of evergreens encircling an oval lake. Gazing forward, the contours of the winding dirt trail, the smooth, sharp feathers of a Blue Jay who tries to reach the ocean above, appear as a cruel painting playing with the hopes of the Blue Jay. But no, these brush strokes paint a living forest. This is reality. This is Earth’s utopia. Silence. A chirp scribbles across the army of trees, reaching the senses like dewdrops for the ears. A squirrel trickles across the gr