Waiting for the sun to rise Sunday morning in the darkness all you can hear is the trumpeting of cranes in the distance. As dawn breaks the outlines of the cranes and their reflections standing in the water slowly emerges.
Silhouetted against the orange hues of the rising sun the cranes wake and spread their wings preparing for their morning flights.
Before long the cranes leave, trumpeting their departure as they skim the water climbing into the sky. Reflections shimmer as the water calms again waiting for the cranes return.