A beautiful fall day for a visit to the cemetery.
One moment you are contemplating an early 20th century epitaph on a weathered headstone such as:
“God grant me work while I may live and life until my work is done.”
“Her toils are past, her work is done,
She fought the fight, the victory won.”
And the next moment you are fending off a wild turkey fascinated by your shiny belt buckle.
OK, we were just leaving anyway.