Voice of the Arctic

Ancient drums a timeless song, carried by bitter arctic winds. A skin covered kayak slides past wave-sculpted ice. The eerie song of the bowhead and beluga whale can be heard resounding from the cold clear depths. The drum, the song, the wind carries the sound mixing with the howling lonely song of the wolf. This is the voice of the arctic. Winter comes early, the long dark cold night, only the full moon cast shadows on this land. The voice is carried on the biting wind.