There's something so strange about stillness. Maybe we're just not used to it. But I couldn't help but feel a sense of unknown peace walking down that street. We're taught that with darkness comes a sense of danger and surely I should feel that. Every shop's doors slammed shut, every home's curtain closed - not wishing to let any light creep in. The curtains provide a sense of safety yet also secrecy, allowing ourselves to hide from the world outside, instead trapping us in our own lives. Not a single car engine roared, no rain hammered down upon me, no howling wind around to act as a barrier between me and the pavement ahead. Just stillness. Surrounded by nothing but myself and the world. No people that I had to navigate both physically and mentally. No voices, no laughter, no tears. The air was so still, as if in a vacuum. It was starkly silent, my footsteps albeit gentle, echoed down the street. For once, actions spoke louder than words. The streetlamps cast out a warm golden glow, I could see each ray of light dancing in its beam, basking in the glory of it. Each lamp with varying strengths, some youthful and smiling, others slowly flickering away nearing the end of its life, but all served a purpose and felt like a comforting presence as I walked. And above it all, the moon overlooked me. Through everything the moon is there. People come and go, flowers die, trees fall, and through it all the sun and moon have seen everything. From the start until the very end of this world whenever it may come. I sometimes wonder about the moon and the sun. The sun never sleeps, constantly in motion, always too busy. But the moon gets precious time. It turns up and occasionally greets the sun, before settling for the night. It gets to see the world when it's at its most peaceful, when everyone is asleep. There is no destruction, no scheming, no evil, just rest. The moon gets to see all the highlights. The old grandfather of the world. It's there less for the purpose unlike the sun, but instead to oversee everything, to be that source of comfort that unifies everyone. I passed a bench and on it a silver plaque glimmered in the moon's light catching my eye as if it wanted me to pause. Clearly a dedication bench but on it read 'Lights will guide you home'. I stopped, the words had such an effect on me. Tied to the bench as a sign of respect and remembrance was a bunch of flowers. How come something as bright and colourful as flowers can be used to spread hope and peace even in the darkest times of people's lives. But this walk reminded me, we need to hold on to that same hope that flowers bring. We need to dance like the beams of light even in the dark. We need to be more like the moon and bring comfort to those that need them. Maybe then we'd find peace like this more often. Maybe then this stillness wouldn't feel so strange. It would be less unnerving and more cathartic. A weightless feeling, My chest feeling more open than ever before, I looked up to the moon. It stared back at me smiling, the stars surrounding their grandfather were twinkling. And their light guided me home.