First Comes Love

Riding through the panhandle, I pass a guy and a girl kissing passionately on park bench, their legs entangled, she holding his face in both her hands. His hair 's brush-cut, and colorful tattoos cover both of his forearms.

All of a hundred yards later, I see another brush-cut guy with arm tats, looking enough like the first to be his brother. He's got a kid in a stroller.

Wish I could've been there when they met.