Cold instant mocha on a winter day is not something everyone wants.  It isn’t even something I particularly want.  I drink it anyway, because if I don’t I’ll just have to pour it out later.  It isn’t too bad.  

The Decemberists are currently who I listen to for the majority of my day.  Crane Wife 1 & 2 sounds like a blanket of fields I know, off a highway that ends at the tip of our island.  Crane Wife 3 sounds like the drive along the curved country road that leads to it.  In the winter the fields flood and birds gather there, basking in the damp winter soil. (Crane Wife 3 from Crane Wife)

This is The Decemberists