So Trampled, We Must All Be Found

Pour yourself a glass of wine. Turn the lights down low. Or, even better, turn them all off. Surely that will be best because this week's playlist is dark. It's somber. It might even be sad.

Though it began as a piano playlist, it may have unintentionally become a soundtrack for an unexpected winter evening alone.

So often, when I make one of these playlists, I find myself thinking "OH! This is my favorite one yet!" And this just might be my favorite one yet - possibly because it's late on a Sunday night as I type this, and the songs are softly playing in the background.

This is what winter sounds like.

::::: | Monday, Jan 14 2008 at 12:00 AM
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