Walking in the woods in a finger-picking guitarist sort of way. Melodic nostalgia for Hawaiian slack-key guitar. In the last minute, minute #4 of 5, we emerge with frosted string piano sounds to fly in ethereal flight over a beautiful landscape. Was it a dreamscape? Shapes of keyboard and keyboardist ebb and flow in perspective-altered fluid patterns amidst pretty natural trees and such. Like it was all drawn on the back of one of Salvador Dali's napkins.