So Cold Now
Wind whips over ice, Fingers numb, breath clouds the air, Sun a pale, cold eye.
First comes the snow, then the cold. Bitter cold. Ugh, remind me again why I live here. I couldn't resist a quick following up the snow mix with a frozen mix. Just like the snow mix, all the tracks here have cold words in their titles.
I really liked putting two tracks from Harry Towell back-to-back. One new one from last year called Coldspell and then one from all the way back in 2010 that he released under his Spheruleus moniker called simply, Frozen.
I was literally drinking hot coco with peppermint while…
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