She is constantly present. Whether you see her or not, she observes, she translates. Quietly she stands, allowing the wind to wash over her. People pass by in fast motion, oblivious to her being. She can almost predict what will happen, based on a simple gesture, eye movement, or the brush of a hand. It is fascinating just to watch, examine, and calculate.
People are loud, predictable, thinking her naive. Too engrossed in their own thoughts, their own opinions. Nobody can just “be”,just exist. Everyone is out to prove something, be better than someone, have more than someone. She is amazed how much is learned in just being present, silent. Thoughts are acknowledged with a nod, and then make their retreat.
Sometimes it’s all that is needed, to be present, to listen.