This exceptional winter without snow or sea ice made me bored, and one day I made a drive to nearby places I normally seldom visit. The sights was all more or less depressing with clear cut forests or otherwise exploited sceneries, and in the end I come to an abandoned place with forest growning over former field lots with mostly old bigger firs with a piece of naked birches in the middle. The sound of the wind in this desolated place was in some way comforting with gusts causing a strong "white noise" from the conifers and a lower jet like rumble from the leafless birches. (For a reasonable experience you have to listen with headphones, as usual)

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