Monday: Drove to York and gawked at the big, gothic York Minster. Made us feel small. The height. The history. Thinking about the dates. The people who had been within those walls.
We struggled with the sense-making, innit.
Also, there were still sunny, blue skies. Definitely suspicious.
Also, this day marked the beginning of 13 Years of marriage.
We walked down a street in York called “Shambles” and it was crooked and it was imperfect and it was beautiful.