The man only needed to sit. He didn’t even have to open his arms and wave them around or whistle to signal the birds to come. Dozens of doves flocked towards the man as if he’s the center of the birds’ gravity pull. I was amazed by the sight and yet felt a little bit awkward. The man was sitting on one of the benches at Washington Square Park. The doves cooed and he listened. Once a while the man said something, speaking to the birds. It seemed they understood one another. I wonder what they were talking about. Maybe about the places that those doves visited or saw when they’re flying around. About a new food truck at SOHO, about the tourists who got lost, or about who won the game last night between the neighborhood boys. Like good friends, the man and the doves shared what they knew about New York intimately. While other people stared at them like they’re a peculiar sight, perhaps the man and those doves saw others the same way.