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.
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