How about a deep breath?
How about hearing language and its tunes? The flutter of a butterfly? The canned church music of a Tamil Easter?
How about the cool hours of the day?
Or a cooling pumpkin juice or a cooling king coconut in the hot hours of the day?
How about the morning haze from leftover burning or the evening smoke from controlled burning?
How about the sound of kids in the pool or the looks on their mothers' faces?
How about the delicate Areca palms and their huge sheathed fronds, how they fall when they finally die? Or the young cashews shaped like mittens, same as the young mangos?
How about the way it went from wasp season to beetle season? Though the butterflies never forgot.