Rachel Ries, a chilly Sunday companion

Sundays are universally chill and, this time of the year, chilly. A few things are comforting. Blankets. Family. Cocoa. Rachel Ries. The Chicago via South Dakota native sounds like a slowly smoldering fire, creeping across empty prairies. Timid enough to warm your hands around, but strong enough to withstand the sweeping winds hellbent on putting her out.

Listen:
Here We Lie in Wait
Hands to Water
[from Without a Bird|buy]