I an otherwise unassuming bit of woods, there is a river, wide and slow and winding. It tends to flood in the spring, and freeze in the winter, but in the summer the wide sandy bank makes it a good spot to swim and to fish, and the bridge just downstream that someone put up a few generations ago makes it a nice central location for people from both banks to meet, so it's been set up as a public area, with chairs and tables set out and a bulletin board for notices and food-bearing plants where the clearing transitions into a trail through the woods.
It's night, there, right now, and quiet except for the sound of the water in the river and the breeze in the trees and the occasional gentle rustle of sleeping crows shifting in the branches overhead.