"The composer succeeds in drawing a picture that I also recognize myself in, of a frozen, quiet landscape, where blue-white light covers rhyming fields and moss. The impression of such a world has more of the mosaic than the painting, because in the mosaic sparkles it's different in single stones depending on where you stand. The fjord seems blacker and deeper than usual on such days, a black winter's day that I think Westerners appreciate more than others, I have so few of them."