The air was warm, and the sky was bright for three in the morning. The northern lights lit across the sky, and Ben told me they would dance for us if we sang loud enough. We laughed as we walked through the streets of our small town, singing The Love Cats
Steeped in Memory
The air was warm, and the sky was bright for three in the morning. The northern lights lit across the sky, and Ben told me they would dance for us if we sang loud enough. We laughed as we walked through the streets of our small town, singing The Love Cats