With a faint scent, the breeze delivered a reminder that sweet peas were climbing the trellis beside Sol’s place. Miniature pools of dew collected in the basins of blooms, a droplet sometimes cascading down the arch of a leaf like a skier. Pink rose petals fell softly upon the earth, curling brown at their edges where the sun had parched them. A tiny warbler uttered flutes of sound that sweetened the summer air. It bounced along the branches of a japonica until others joined in. Upon observation, this simple setting was teeming with life’s changing energy.