In the middle of a skidrow scuffle

As I make my way through downtownn seattle. I see homeless men shuffle along very slowly to weeving and bobbing against the violent winds. they bow in reluctance to keep from falling and staggering against the powerful forces of the harsh pacific winds. standing in the middle of a skidrow scuffle. as men look about to find to warmth and safety they suddenly discover there is no safe place for shelter. In the middle of a skidrow scuffle. powerful winds and heavy rains. these men cry out in vain. tired, wet, hungry, and cold, just alittle rest, alittle food, a place of shelter from the vicious storm. just a few moments I see these men in middle of a skidrow scuffle.