The sound of a Triple Fat Goose jacket being zipped up.
Cubes of ice rattling in a highball glass that is, otherwise, almost as empty as Drake’s own soul.
A sample of Freeway growling, “it’s a cold winter,” from “What We Do” on Philadelphia Freeway.
The snap of a frozen Kit Kat bar, fresh from the freezer.
Dozens of random “Ice-Bucket Challenge” videos memorialized on YouTube.
Drake and 40, his producer, pouring frosty 40-ouncers of malt liquor on their smart phones, in imitation of a Galaxy S7 commercial where Lil Wayne and his coterie entertain themselves in a similar way.
The slicing roar of arctic winds in sub-zero temperatures.
Interstitial chatter from Drake’s informal barroom summit with ex-Arab Strap singer Aidan Moffat.
Speed Skates scraping the surface of an ice rink, perhaps at Rockefeller Center.
The bells of Big Ben tolling for Drake and only Drake.