1. The young interracial lesbian couple holding hands at the stoplight and waiting to cross the street. (Some day, couples like this will be commonplace and their small tender gesture -- holding hands -- will be unremarkable. Right here and right now, though, interracial and single-sex romantic relationships are still noteworthy, and outward affection is still brave.)
2. The slightly-more-than-middle-aged woman at the grocery store, wielding the modified cart with the extension designed to accommodate two small children, with a tremendously frail, white-haired, and eagle-eyed elderly person perched carefully in one of the seats. (It is magnificent to see that any sense of embarrassment one might have at needing to use a child-friendly cart as an adult was marvelously put aside for the sake of companionship during a trip to the store.)
3. The broadly smiling gentleman at the Goodwill drop-off station, exuding contentment and happiness and acknowledging his pleasure at accepting donations by requesting, and delivering, a brief hug. (And God bless you too, sir, even though I'm not entirely sure Who God is -- because to you, God is clearly real, and with you.)
Ordinary people going about their ordinary lives, one moment at a time: I see them, and know that they breathe love into the world just as flowers breathe their scent into the wind.
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