Saturday morning, the crew stands still at the edge of the garden with their eyes closed.
"Thirty seconds," Raven says. "Just listen." A bird. A far-off engine. Leaves. Someone's stomach growls, and Rocket snorts.
"Eyes open. What do you notice that you did not hear?" Raven asks.
"Everything that does not make noise," Rocket says. "Flowers. Clouds. That bee."
Nova hovers above the path. "Now the nose," she says. "What does the air carry here that it does not carry indoors?"
Rocket sniffs. "Wet dirt. Something sweet from the flower bed."
They walk, and every few steps someone names a new signal. Raven's list runs down two pages of the Log.