A warm feeling

I don't know how much time I've spent around one of these over the years. And never mind, sitting by a campfire as this one never fails to mesmerize me, my eyes drawn to the play of deep yellow fire dancing over orange and red embers.



And neither do I know how many times I've stood with fellow scouts around that fire just before turning in, singing the traditional song we use at that time. "Nu flyver mørkets fugle ud" - scouting lyrics to the beautiful melody of 'Auld Lang Syne'.

Yet, there's one thing I do know and realised again on Saturday evening. In the last verse, when the ring of people around the fire joins hands, their arms crossed in front of them, it always touches me. Even though I might not know all of them very well, in that moment there is such a strong feeling of shared values that I can physically feel it.

It's a privilege. And a joy.