Title: The Observer
He didn’t need to sleep. But he did need to sometimes fall silent and pause to recharge. He’d find a park bench and settle down, coat falling on either side of him. His face would be thoughtful, and inviting. Sometimes people would join him on the bench and they’d talk with him. Most times he just watched as the children played and their mothers sometimes intervened. People, humans, would just go about their daily business, so unaware of the gift that they had been given.