On my first morning in Havana, I walked out to find the streets filled with Cubans - children running around with soccer balls, mothers heading to the markets, food stands. I saw this quick moment when a man with his dog was passing a street corner and trying to keep his dog from pulling on the leash. There was something about the way the light was angled on the corner, the arrow's point, and one man passing by as another tried to maintain control that felt surreal, like a moment from a movie scene.