the view from the top floor

Now that the rain has stopped, everything looks so shiny, even in the dark.

Building lights, like the gigantic lit PEACE sign at Meralco across from me looks strangely sublime.

Everything is quiet in the aftermath of the storm, even the motion of the occassional vehicle seems muted, rolling lazily down Ortigas Avenue.

The air is cool and somewhat comforting, as if it was a reward for those who endured the downpour.

Before going to bed I squint until all the lights in the city become blurred, and the sign of PEACE just another random grouping of illumination.

All is well.