Moving moments

On the way down to a weight workout, I ended up walking behind a couple of slender young guys who were holding hands and obviously taken with one another. We had to pass by a bleacher half full of very jocky black and white guys who were resting up between rounds on the basketball court. I wondered what would ensue, but the guy couple was well past the bleachers and no one jumped them or yelled insults. There was some sort of murmuring and chuckling, but no mayhem. I felt relief, and maybe a bit of optimism that people are improving.
Lots of tomatoes ripening, as well as huge sweet green peppers; they were swell in a salad. We shall have potatoes at every meal for a while...