INTO THE QUIET BETWEEN THE FOOTSTEPS

  Into   the   Quiet Between Footsteps - A personal narrative by Daniel J Benoit  There’s a particular kind of silence in  the   woods  that doesn’t feel empty. It presses in. Not hostile. Not welcoming. Just… aware. I didn’t notice it as a kid, even though I spent more time under tree canopies than beneath ceilings. Back then,  the   woods  were simple. They were places of movement: deer stepping softly through fallen leaves, squirrels arguing overhead,  the  occasional crack of a branch under my own boots. Everything had a source. Everything made sense. That changed  the  moment I stopped assuming I understood it all. My name is Daniel J. Benoit, and I’ve spent years walking  into  places most people walk out of before dark. Not chasing a monster. Not trying to prove a legend. I went looking for something quieter than that… something that exists just beyond certainty. People call it Bigfoot. I call it a qu...