<![CDATA[sara bareilles and ingrid michaelson: winter song.]]>There is a feeling you only get when it’s fantastically cold. When you’re outside despite all reasonable inclinations that you should be very much inside. When the air is so crisp that all thoughts and breath rise straight up in a single line, unhindered by anything other than the desire to alight above the frigid vacuum. There’s a beauty in it, and an emptiness, all wrapped up in a realization and the hollow, life-affirming half-comfort that as enjoyable as this feeling might be, you can only survive here for so long. So make the most of it, and remember it well. This song and video, sublime and exquisite and delicate, is just that feeling for me.