Like a warm sweater on a cold winters day, Kashmere Hakim serves our needs. The gracious voice, and pluck of string, feathers the wind through the parallels of paradise.
So, pick up your favorite read, and your most delicious cup of tea. Sit back to this gracious range of falling flakes, on tracks in the smallest corners of the end. Be still with the windows, the creaks of an old house, a distant water drip, and the textures of a loved one. These tunes suffice, these tunes rejoice, these songs sing out to me, and should to you.