The woods were singing to me. There was simply no other way to put it. Almost the full entirety of the environment I was in swelled with the choir's of birds and squirrels chattering to each other as well as the symphony of the wind blowing through the boughs and branches of the aspen and pine trees.

The breeze felt nice, slightly cooling the warm dry air, making me more comfortable in the process. I took a deep breath through my nose bringing in all the earthen, decaying, scents of the forest, as well as a musky, canine odor.

This then brought me to my third sense, touch. I brought my hand to the side of the camping chair I was currently sitting in to pat my dog Bear's head before rubbing his black, velvety ears. This made him groan in pleasure when I did this and started doing that weird kicking motion that he does when I scratch just right.

I could stay in this blissful moment for hours to be perfectly honest. After all, it is well within possibility, I have nothing I need to do at the moment. I did all my chores, and online schooling isn't starting for another week or so. Also, dad was going to be away for a couple more hours so it isn't like I had anything I COULD do which was totally fine by me.

I started to hum a little song and tapped a bit on the wood patio as Bear laid down beside me letting out a long deflating sigh.

Then, suddenly, all sounds of life in the forest did quick decrescendo and went completely silent. Even the wind and plants seemed to pick up on it because I couldn't hear any rustling sounds of the leaves and pine needles either. It was so quiet the only things that I could even hear was me and Bear's heavy breathing and if I listened very carefully, I swear that I could even hear the sound of pounding within my own chest.

Bear sat up and he and I both stiffened at the lack of sound.

Strangely there seems to be this unwritten rule in nature and in some people, that if the only sound that you can hear is the sound of your breathing, or even worse your own heartbeat, something is wrong whether in a social or a natural setting.

I stood up with Bear and started to look around almost franticly and instinctively reached for my pocketknife that I always had on me. I was thinking that this was a predator like a cougar, wolverine, or even the rarer but not impossible, black bear. Silence like this CAN happen when a predator is around, I started to think, after all, I am one of them from time to time. My head started to be filled with what to do on dangerous animal encounters when I noticed that Bear wasn't freaking out.

This was strange because if there WAS a dangerous and suspicious animal, dogs usually cower or try to chase whatever is making the disturbance, but this wasn't the case right now. Instead, he just stood there, no bark, no growl, not even a whimper. He just stood there looking, eyes locked onto something…

I followed his gaze, followed the tip of his snout, I looked up into the sky of all places. I looked up and... saw nothing, nothing but vast expanse of light blue with nothing but small wisps of white clouds to keep it company. I started to feel a little discouraged and tried to look closer.

My eyes started to strain from scanning the sky so vigorously and started to doubt my source of direction (since black lab eyesight in general is not that notable) when I finally noticed it. It was a little black dot in the big blue sky. I probably wouldn't have noticed it if it weren't for the birds and Bear's attentiveness to the… what was it that caught their attention, an electrical field, weird magnetism, a chemical disturbance?

Well, whatever it was that caught the world's attention, the little black speck thousands of miles above the Earth was growing bigger and as it did it started to turn orange.

I didn't even notice that my breathing started to become shallow, for all I know Bear's breathing might've done the same thing, but it did as I kept on watching it, eyes never leaving the now burning inferno pummeling down to earth.

It wasn't until the "black dot" was about the size of a tennis ball and burning bright orange that I started to notice that it was going to land in my general area.

"Oh boy," I finally mumbled, I had no idea on what I could do. The odds of a meteor hitting someone (or just being in the same radius) are close to zero let alone one of such a dramatic size such as this one. This made me start to freak out.

The now basketball sized fire ball kept hurtling closer and my palms became increasingly sweaty. However, somewhere between the size of a lazyboy couch and a wrecking ball something seemed to be different. The surface area facing the ground that the meteor was going to impact seemed to glow brighter, maybe even a little blue, seeming to be making the meteor… slow down?

The light was starting to get a little to bright for my eyes liking so I brought my arm up to cover it. This sensation kept going on for a minute or two when the ground shook. Not shook like an earthquake or something that made you want to duck-and-cover because it will knock you off your feet. No, it was more of just a small tremor in the ground, like when you drop something heavy and you feel it and make some objects shake, but other than that, it didn't do much.

I brought my arm down and blinked a couple of times to make the spots in my vision go away. I looked up and above the tree line, whisps of dirt clouds were poking out of the tops of the branches.

I just stood there for a few moments in the silence, not wanting to break it. I didn't want to say anything for fear of missing something, anything that was going to happen next. I guess Bear decided to break the lack of noise for me.

He barked again and again, he howled and whined as he tried to go for the thing that I just thought moments ago might possibly could kill me and Bear both. The only thing stopping him from running and getting lost was the railing on the patio and the small gate on it. This smacked me right out of my statue-like state.

"Bear. Bear! Bear hush, quiet down! I swear, for the love of…" I yelled as I tried to get control of the big beast of a dog. He kept running and jumping around excitedly and did this so much I had to wrestle him to connect his collar to the chain anchored into the side of the house.

There, I triumphantly thought finally stopping Bear from possibly hurting himself and me. I looked right back of the still billowing cloud of dust kicked up by the giant sky object. Now what the HECK am I going to do now.

"Hwmmmm, hwnmmmm." My dog was now whining and scratching the wood floor impatiently. He definitely wanted to be let off and check out, whatever that thing was, and to be honest, so did I.

"I know Bjorn, I know, I want to see it too, just be patient for a few minutes." I started to walk into the house not even bothering to close the door. This brought me into the kitchen with a table and a few random stuffs strewn about. I sifted through the random assortment of items until I finally found what I was looking for. A map of the Uinta mountains and a small survival compass.

From where I can see the dust cloud, it probably isn't far from where I am right now, probably on my property, which I know pretty well. It is most likely that I can find it without the map but that's what most people think before becoming a missing persons case. So, with this in mind, I am going to bring them, just in case.

Speaking of the possibility of being lost I thought about my dad. Ok, so he is going to be in a court hearing for a couple more hours and probably shouldn't be disturbed. I also don't know how long I am going to be gone and I need to tell him somehow…

I got out a piece of paper and a pen from the table and started to write.

Dad, Bear and I are going to check out something in the woods. I am bringing a map and compass and will have my knife and pepper spray as well. Expect me back around 6:30 P.M. at the latest.

Love, Brynlee

Satisfied with the note, I pinned it on the refrigerator and grabbed Bear's leash and pepper spray from the nearby counter. Some people might think that the pepper spray might be a little overkill, but luck comes to the prepared, I guess.

I stepped back outside on the patio, Bear still hollering and trying to get off his lead. I looked back above the top of the trees, the dirt pillar was still there, but it was very faint and dispersing. Just before I took Bear off his lead and connect him to my leash to make sure he wasn't the one getting lost I looked back at my house.

It had the style of a log cabin from the outside, not huge, but not small either. It looked fairly normal, well, as normal as a house that's basically in the middle the Uinta mountains could be.

I smiled a little before getting Bear and starting my small hike to where the meteorite was, Bear pretty much leading the way for me. I still do not know if what I was doing was a good idea or a bad idea. I don't know if I will later regret this or not, but to be honest, I don't think that whether or not I did this would've mattered.

It would have still happened anyway.