You could say that we were blown by the wind. The gentle one that touches the slopes of the Beskidy Mountains covered with lush forests in our home region. The wind that dances among themajestic trees, picking up the scents floating between the undergrowth and the tops of thecrowns: scents awakening in the morning, bathed in the shade during the day, and immersed in amysterious aura in the evening. Or to put it in a different words: intertwined with lush greenery inspring, ripening with forest fruit in summer, breathing in clouds of mist in autumn, and sleepingunder white down in winter.