THIS PIECE IS A MEDITATION ABOUT BEAUTY OF THE MOUNTAINS AND LONELY PEAKS. WHERE WIND IS WHISTLING HIS OWN SYMPHONY. AN UNPREDICATBLE WIND BREATHS LIFE INTO FROZEN AND SEEMINGLY DEAD LANDSCAPE. FJORDS, ON THE ONE HAND, LOOKS LIKE A COLD UNINHABITATED SPACE, BUT THE TRUTH IS IT'S VERY DYNAMIC ENVIROMENT. SNOW STORMS LOOKS LIKE HORSES ON ICE-BOUND TERRAIN, RUNNING TO CONVEY MY VISIONS OF A FROZEN LAND.