Answer:
Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot. All is cool where it is not. What is it?
Lighter than what I am made of, more of me is hidden than is seen. What am I?
What goes through towns and over hills but never moves?
A piece of paper that takes most people 3 or 4 years to get.
What can you hold in your right hand but not in your left hand?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.