Sako nodded and listened as she explained. "Your take on the picture is very interesting, thank you for sharing. However the translation of meaning can vary from person to person. Perhaps in Russia the horse would remain there stubbornly to try and survive it out." Sako fidgeted under her icy glare. "Here perhaps the horse would abandon that style which isn't working and adapt to a new one, the snow also loses its meaning as it melts in most places." Sako looked her straight in the eyes, "I was curious, thank you for sharing; about the picture and your father." Sako gave a polite nod and turned to leave, as he began his trek home.