It was my first time seeing an unhoused person in the park. Walking there on a winter day, I saw the gray-haired man sitting under the tree. There were some bags beside him. Passing him by, I was worried about how he could spend each and every day on the street. How would he bear the cold and hunger? How did he come to be without housing? Perhaps he went through many difficulties in his life. A week later, I went to the park, bringing some food and disposable hand warmers. He was sitting under the tree, holding a hand warmer in one hand, with his eyes closed. I said, “Hello?” However, maybe because my voice was too small, he didn’t open his eyes. I didn’t want to bother him if he was tired. I quietly put the bag that I had brought beside him, and went back home. Cold days continued, and one day it snowed. Snow makes everything beautiful. Even gray apartment buildings look beautiful when covered in snow. Nonetheless, when it snowed, I couldn’t be just joyful. I thought, “Will he be alright in the snow?” The next time I went to the park, the temperature was below zero. He was