Today I saw a homeless man standing among a flock of pigeons in the city park.  The birds were excitedly and aggressively pecking at a crusty baguette some generous person donated to them.  There must have been 15 pigeons vying for a piece of the goods.  The filthy, hooded homeless man stood right in the center of the birds, unfazed yet aware - looking both melancholy and pleased.  His face was soft with a slight smirk, his eyes wide with wonder, but his body language revealed his longing for the same camaraderie as the pigeons.  Somewhere to belong, something to strive for.