The birds of the mountain play tunes upon the breeze. Rustling the few flowers clinging to life on the mountain road. The bighorn sheep chase each other through the sloping mountain pass. The early mist of morning glows. It is illuminated with the morning sun. Which hangs in the sky a yellow, orange, & red fireball. A crow flies with the wind through the valley towards a dead carcass. It is lured by the scent of food. A giant willow tree stands guard over an ancestral swamp. The dead begin to crawl out of every tomb and crypt. Some over a thousand years old.

East of a great fjord. The sea wipes the nearby cliffs. The salt, slime, & algae coat the rocks of Norway. Off in the distance the villagers wake to a slightly warmer day. The wind whistled through the high norse trees in early June. The bobcat stalks a mouse in a nearby field. The trout flings itself from the cold brook. As the leaves that will manage to cling to the trees branches whispered songs on the wind. As it echoed off the side of the pass. The birds fly in above in the open sky.