This beautiful mournful music takes me on a journey where I see an unyielding landscape of flat, rolling grasslands stretching to the horizon, with not a single tree or building in sight. The howling wind is sweeping across the prairie with a chilling, unrelenting intensity.
The sense of isolation is profound. Settlements are sparse, and the nearest neighbor is miles away. This isolation is both physical and emotional, as the landscape itself seems to stretch endlessly with no sign of change. There’s a certain bleak beauty to this emptiness, a vastness that both mesmerizes and overwhelms.
tap tap tap - Izzy wake up - wake up Izzy. Damn it, back to reality.

But seriously , this is lovely music Alan. Congratulations.

ps who cares if you can't spell prayery preree preiry ....grrrr...... big open space