I know I saw whooping cranes. We were in Montana, between Missoula and Bozeman. I'd been driving for a couple of hours, but the sun was just coming up. There were two of them, on my right. The kids were fast asleep. I wish I could go back, stop on the side of the road, and wake everyone up to see.
But the cranes were so still, and quiet. So unbelievably tall. They faced the sun, as if in worship. At a glimpse, they looked human. About 5 feet tall, arms/wings tucked in. Motionless in a field.
All I have is a picture of the sunrise, so they remain as ghosts. But, that moment. Catching my breath as I saw them. Knowing it was dreamlike, but real. I'll remember them forever.
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