The Love Song of Norwegian Autumn
Sep. 20th, 2010 05:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
niriniaI 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.
