Yesterday morning I left a perfectly upright candle in the kitchen window.
Then my friend and I took an hour drive north to Worcester, whose first cathedral was founded in 680.
Where I knelt and prayed in a crypt built in 1089 … and took photos in light so incredible that no filters need be applied:
And when I came back that afternoon, that perfectly upright candle turned into a dehydrated wax plant.
One more day, and the rain promises to bring some much needed relief.