hurricane of change

one and a half years ago the hurricane Kyrill devastated parts of Northern Europe. The forest around here suffered a lot, the storm had mowed down large parts of the trees. My Mum and I went for a walk today and the bare spots are hardly covered with young green again. Most of my favourite spots in the forest have been changed fundamentally. Where once fir trees cushioned the path with their needles, there is a tree cemetry, a glade once surrounded by thick forest has now tripled its size. The hurricane has changed the surface, but the wounds it left, though still visible, give now the way change.