Oh Red Day (1 a.m.)

                                                                
                                                                     Katona Jozsef Utca

 The sky is pink tonight. It's autumn, the air is damp and cold, folks are burning things across the river.  I remember that about living in Buda...I'd see and smell little smouldering piles of debris all over the nooks and crannies of Csillaghegy in the fall.  Indoor fires are being tended on both sides of the city...the blankets I brought in from the railing outside hold the scent of wood smoke. With no fire of my own, I'm feeling snug and warm underneath one of those blankets right now, and now, happily, I smell like wood smoke as well.
  

Budapest By The Sea

   In my dreams, you can reach a beach just outside of Budapest... wild, pounding surf, aquamarine blue water... via the redline Metro, also known as M3.  I was thrilled to discover this and swore to tell no one, but upon awakening, I just couldn't keep my mouth shut.  You can also access a restaurant/ hair salon in Missoula, Montana via the yellow line (M2), as the underground climbs up Mount Sentinal and emerges among the newly and hughly urbanized (former) small college town.  You see, you can get any old where using public transportation.