One night last week, I was sitting alone in my apartment at around 9:00, I felt the sudden urge to get up and get out of my lonesome confines. After weighing my options, a bike ride to Atrim Park--which consists of a lake with a circumference of about 1.5 miles and probably the clearest water one could find in Columbus--won out. I arrived there after a six or seven mile ride with the sun's light all but gone, sat on a bench a stone's throw away from the water's edge, and humbly conversed with my Lord. After soaking in the placidity of the lake and hearing what my Lord wanted me expel from and receive into my soul, I rode that same six or seven miles in the darkness of the mostly-wooded Olentangy Trail. The little light on my handlebars only allowed me to see the turns a few feet beforehand, but I made it out alive. What let me know I was still alive was knowing that I was finally near Union Cemetery of all places. With my spiritual- and adrenaline-high, I decided that my night's adventure was not quite over.
