The afternoon was perfectly silent--nothing save the whisper of the wind could be heard in the canyon. Perhaps, if one used their imagination, one might hear the gentle gurgle of water from the Colorado River, or, perhaps that was just wind again. The heat is oppressive, it being summer, and not a creature is stirring.

Save for the crow that has decided to move from here to there. The "whoosh" of its wings breaks the silence and just like that the afternoon's quiet is no more. The crow took off from a large rock outcrop and is headed off in search of prey, or perhaps just a change of view.

After a moment, the flight fades into the distance and silence descends once again.