I love how this tale unfolds – I aimlessly ventured out to look for a story.  It was one of those amazing Sundays where it feels like San Diego and you almost forget it’s San Francisco.  You’re amused by tourists who think this weather is the norm and stroll about carefree thinking they’ve uncovered a secret because the crowd doesn’t resemble Ft. Lauderdale.  Little do they know it’s only the luck of the draw that ‘old soul’ burned so bright for them on this afternoon.  No one needs to share that this is only one of a handful of days out of the year to resemble paradise.   And so as San Francisco sparkled, I sat down at a park bench for a sip of water.  A handsome man turned to me and asked me what I was shooting.  I decided he was a story!