I woke up around 6:40 am and I arrived at The Florida School of Massage during the nautical twilight and by the time that I left the building with camera in hand the sky had already shifted into the civil twilight.  Within a period of 2 minutes the sky shifted from black to blue. I stayed up last night and discovered all of these different terms for twilight, before reading about these terms it was just night or day for me.  I drove .5 miles from FSM to the outlook at the prairie ready to film my first sunrise at Paynes Prairie with a tripod, and the intention of leaving the camera in place to capture the whole event.  Its cold around 40 degrees but I actually felt warm with excitement.  It was looking pretty cloudy.  I began thinking how out of touch that I have gotten with nature.  Now where exactly is the sun going to come out?  I knew which side of the road just not precisely enough for a close up.  I was pretty close but was I close enough that I could have the camera already set in a close up position to capture the beautiful event with out having to move the camera over a few centimeters?   I set up the camera where I thought the sun would be popping up.  I turn on my SLR camera to capture some still shots while the video camera is filming the horizon.  I see a bunny hopping through the brush.  I met a guy who was doing almost exactly the same thing that I was doing, video camera on tripod and SLR for still shots.  He pointed out a bird called a Harrier that I was able to get a few pics of. The cry of an eagle was far off on the top of a light post.  The sun rises behind thick clouds.  I stay and take pictures of the harrier then a few sand hill cranes.  Then the cranes keep coming and coming and coming.  I am getting hungry.  I reflect on a day years ago playing a show in Asheville where there was delicious food for all of the bands and people at this festival and I remember all of the people coming from different directions to get some delicious food.  I pretend that the sandhill cranes are like us waking up from different parts of the prairie and excitedly flying to a shared communial location.  I fantasize about how they are meeting up to greet the morning and eat together.  I am getting hungry,  I dont remember the food that I ate at that festival but I remember the sense of community and feeling like I was really living my lifes purpose, a little rough around the edges but going for my dreams and having a good time doing it.  That was the year that I broke my toe minutes before we were supposed to go onstage and play.  Yes I droped the 50 pound amp that I later named the bone crusher on my left foot.  Pain swept in so quickly that I had to ask someone to take my shoe off for me.  I ended up playing the show with my toe in a bowl of ice in the middle of freezing winter in asheville, Mindy Rohrbacher on drums, Becky May playing something.  The details are vague but the memories of friends carrying me up and down the side of the mountain have me reflecting on these sandhill cranes.  What a beautiful morning.  As I am photographing the birds.  They keep coming from similar yet different directions in packs and some just a little ahead or behind the gang.  I have completely forgotten about the cold as I follow them with the camera hardly ever leaving my face.