Passing the same route every day, I see this same man. Every time, his arms folded on his chest, Sitting on his old plastic chair, Watching, observing, seeing. At 05:30 am, I decided to leave home earlier than before, To see if he'd be there by that time. And he sat there, like he never moved. Curiosity got the best of me, and I approached him. "Hello, Sir. Why do you sit here every time, every day?" He looked at me and smiled. "Come join me tomorrow." He said, and continued watching.