I was looking down at a city from a high spot, possibly out of a building, atop a mountain, or simply just in the air. From my position, I could see the entire city, and the vast horizon beyond.

It was night time, and there were lights everywhere, emanating from the streets, cars and buildings. Some lights went out as the night prevailed, but some remained. The silence grew louder as the night progressed. Just when the night was at its darkest, the sky began to brighten. A new day has begun.

Then the day become night, and the night become day. I stood there and watched as the days and nights transited seamlessly into each other.

I was alone.

But I felt not a tinge of loneliness.

No one seemed to be looking for me even though days had passed. I wouldn't know even if anyone did, for I did not feel my cellphone in my pocket. For the first time,I did not feel the insecurity without my cellphone by my side. It just didn't feel necessary.

I felt light, and the days of standing did not tire my leg.

Days, weeks, months and years lost their meaning. All I could notice was the transition of days of nights.

I started to feel old. The mellow feeling that resided within me started to flourish like a budding seed. It was such a pleasant and yet amazing feeling.

If there's only one word I can use to describe this feeling,

It's Peace.