Resistance

The sun peeks over the horizon. A foggy haze rising from the garden creates the

illusion of flowers magically floating in the air. As the warm rays touch the mist, it

quickly dissipates. Pink roses shine with tiny beads of water from the condensing air

and the deep blue bellflowers move softly in a gentle breeze. Paullus is hard at work

planting a new bed of red begonias framed with yellow black-eyed Susans. His widebrimmed hat hides a sunburned face lined with the wise wrinkles of experience, lines

that tell a story. Students come and go, talking noisily with youthful enthusiasm and

excitement, rarely noticing his quiet presence. [Opening paragraph]