“Although his black slacks had the sheen of too much ironing, his gait still crackled with pizazz. As he rounded the corner he noticed her camera, stopped short, paused and said, "Put it in a magazine." Startled by his candor, she focused and clicked. It took her a moment to register the lingering sound of music. It was playing at a respectable volume from a device hidden inside his camel colored overcoat. Like a cool breeze, his savoir faire left a light footprint, along with the gift of delight. “ - D.M.