As we unfold in our own lives, we may scarcely realize that our passing through time adds to a greater history, a grander narrative than our own selfish achievements.

This transition is born in daytime; we enter to a rising sun. This transition from spring to summer happens amidst constant rebirth and renewal. We are a product of the times, bathed in youth and infinite potential.

Then (and it happens to us all), we glimpse our setting sun, the coming moonlight and stars, and the falling leaves of autumn to winter. Like the quail, forever in love, our determined teamwork now seeks to trade adventure for a little more rest.

May our one life will forever be this Idyllia: pastoral, romantic, & content.