Even though the day was a bit cool in the wetlands, it had been almost seven months since I last visited this place, so I spent a lot of time walking, observing, listening to the sounds of the wilderness on this day. I was the only person on the boardwalk. It was so quiet, the forest seemed loud. I could hear each rustle of the fallen leaves on the boardwalk as the winter wind blew them about. Tree branches brushed against one another, making scraping, cracking sounds. Even the wind was loud. It was a perfect day.