The Love Song of Norwegian Autumn

I threw a shawl over my shoulders, and curled up in the corner of the couch. Warm, sated, languid, tired and slightly sleepy after food and coffee, I have a book I ought to articulate my thoughts about. The National are barely there above the noises of Anton playing. Today, I dare disturb the universe.

The Love Song of Norwegian Autumn

I threw a shawl over my shoulders, and curled up in the corner of the couch. Warm, sated, languid, tired and slightly sleepy after food and coffee, I have a book I ought to articulate my thoughts about. The National are barely there above the noises of Anton playing. Today, I dare disturb the universe.