A strong wind was blowing and it felt really very cold and seemed so unfamiliar and bizarre. But the trees remembered me. They bowed gently in the breeze…and called me nearer, welcoming me.

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But I no longer hear the gushing sound of the wind or the rubbing noise of the leaves. It is really, really silent here. Hark! I hear the chiming of a far-away bell. Did you hear it as well? It tells me that we have been boundless so far, so long… but now, what next?

Tall trees catch much wind

The wind is blowing, swirling in the trees. On top of that, the greens are really inconsistent out there because the low spots are soft, the high spots are really firm. It depends on where you land it.

Good timber does not grow with ease. The stronger the wind the stronger the trees.