Observations

It was dark and black outside. He watched. It was what he did watching, not your normal watching mind you. He watched, really watched, looking for what others could not see. He left the house late to go to work. While everyone else was getting ready for bed or watching Letterman, he was going to work. To watch and he’d watch all night.
It started when he was young. His dad encouraged him. Gave him everything he’d need. When the time came he went to college and he watched.
He drove a lonely road no one ever came here. He was alone except for the car radio. As he drove he would sometimes watch. But that was dangerous and he tried to concentrate on the road. He was almost to work now, just another few miles down this desolate road. Mostly he worked alone sometimes he’d have help, but really when he watched he preferred quiet and solitude. He liked being alone.
He questioned whether he was really a watcher. It was more than that, much more. Really, he thought of himself as more of an observer, and with that thought he rounded the corner and saw the observatory.