Early morning, the sun peeking out from its blanket of winter clouds. Patches of fog dot the tree-covered hillside. A tower seems to float in the air; its top visible for miles, its base completely hidden. Sunbeams sparkle on the water; the sky glows from behind a line of naked trees. Birds line the waterfront. The rest of the world sleeps, or lingers over coffee; we warm ourselves with sunlight and sweat, our only accompaniment the delicate sprinkling sound of paddles in water.