"any dusk in the bush when the wind dies and you can't even hear yourself think for the silence." requires clarification.

Nooo... it doesn't really. Better it brings a new story...

I'll be brief. Tonight I am sad. I am not able to sit on a pine log that is two hours away from where I sit as I type. I see the very spot in my mind, near a beaver dam... TOO many poplars (some will get that joke). I wanted to be there. I wanted to hear nothing so deeply that it chilled me and I had to snap my fingers near each ear to see if they still worked... if I was still alive, truly alive. I know you don't understand... I wish I could show you.