Wilderness river

Walking tonight across the Margit hid (a bridge between Buda and Pest with an angle in the middle where it meets the tip of Margit Island), we noticed someone had a campfire going on the bank of the island. The island is almost completely dark at night. A campfire, steeped in its ancient sense of home, safety and civilization surrounded by wilderness, here tonight looked every bit the refuge for someone down there against the surrounding darkness, and the city sparkling just across the water.