Sickly Sweet Smell of Rotting Cedar Logs.

The warm valley fog rolls in, covering the newly green hillside in a swirling cloak of transient humidity. The calls of the nocturnal fauna, disturbed from their long days rest by the sudden darkness, quickly fade as the mist permeates the woods in muffled silence. Deer, emboldened by the quiet darkness, wander pathes normally only traveled at dusk. As the mountain slips into instant twilight, one can almost feel the world beginning to crawl with life. Twilight stealthily envelops the forest as it did in the beginning.