Crosses and Cranes

I was on my way out of the national cemetery when I saw movement. The movement was a pair of sand-hill cranes, meandering amongst the headstones. I turned around, hoping to get closer.

I couldn't. When I moved left, they moved right. When I circled around them, they moved further away. Don't they know I like them? Don't they know I'm enthralled with them?

I guess not.

We've settled in for the night, and will probably watch the election results coming in. Michigan is a BIG swing state this year.