ageless wonders

as i was running around yesterday, trying to get all the licences in order, i ended up at the county licence office.

i filled out the simple form, then sat on the bench, waiting my turn, when a fragile, grey-haired couple walked in. apparently the place you apply for a traders license is the same place you would go to get a marriage license.

the gentleman was 69, but he looked 10 years younger. he was soft spoken, and divorced 10 years ago. he looked smart in a pair of khakis and nicely ironed button down shirt.

the lady was 71 years old. she was slightly hunched over, with a pretty flower dress on. she spoke with an accent that i thought was russian, but turns out she was british. she was widowed in 1979.

after the clerk obtained all of their information, they shuffled slowly, hand in hand to an adjacent room to get their vows read to them.