Despite the changing winds and the shifting colors of leaves-from tender buds about to bloom to towering trees reaching for the sky-I witness the eternity of one thing: love.Everywhere is sculpted by the seasons. Strolling among the falling petals of spring, gently caressing the shallow streams under the summer sun; pausing to savor the spice-scented autumn breeze; wrapping myself tightly in winter's chill. Through these fragments of women's lives, through the ceaseless cycle of the world, I experience the myriad facets of their individual lives.