It was a beautiful day, and like many other people in Central Park, New York. This man took advantage of the warm bright weather by sleeping on those steps on this. As usual in New York City, people paid him no mind. I did. His face, weathered by age and full of deep emotion demanded my attention. I watched him for a while, wondering what he was doing. I smiled when he pulled out a container of tomatoes... This man was preparing his dinner. His movements were slow and deliberate. He pondered what to pull from that bag. And I was glad he had a good meal to eat that day. But I wonder how his dinner was tonight.