Last night, as I wrestled the suffocating humidity, half-scratched-to-death my own body, and fought off unseen and innumerable mosquitoes, all for the sake of finding a few hours of sleep, it occurred to me, that the Olympics in Beijing was missing one other endurance sport.
Yet staying up alone at night is a strangely rewarding experience. The tranquility of the night and the stillness of the dark is lovely even if it is a bit clammy. Last night’s prolonged consciousness also gave me some time to talk to God, properly, unhurried and in earnest.
Tonight, I find myself at Kyle’s place, hopefully, my eyes will find rest and sleep.
