On a recent work trip to New Orleans, I woke early several mornings to go for a run along the street car tracks. Morning runs, in the quiet before the world wakes, are a treasured time for solitude for me. On the morning in this shot, I returned from a 7am run drenched in sweat. My coworkers were asleep. The neighborhood was asleep. Birds tweeted and the pool was still and cool. I dove in in my running clothes, then floated on my back with my ears underwater, alone and smiling.