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.