‘Morning Wander’. While the sun and moon swap place, the mist is still crawling between the trees and the birds are finding their voices. Creatures stir and beings wake. Taking to the path untrodden by, with their music and their stories, they journey through the winter wood. The golden orange light begisn to crawl through the cold blue of another morning. Willow May plays her flute as Nya carries them through the morning on her back.