A crisp spring wind hit my back as I stood surveying the dinkiest of little man-made lake-ponds. Behind me, the bars on nearly every corner of that downtown rural city were starting to liven up. I glanced back at them wearily through the archway that marked the beginning of the descending stairs. There was a strange kind of beauty here, and I always found it worth the 20 minute walk from campus. Lampposts lit up the walking path, and I remember having some of my most peaceful times there. It felt like somewhere else.