i blink, eyelids covering brown eyes, and there, through the fingerprinted window pane, appears foliage green and new. it comes in a day, but stays for a season or two. i look and there it is. spreading across ground and branches like fire to a pile of dry leaves. and when it comes, i realize how much i have longed for it, missed it. i'm a summer girl - bare limbs and frigid air quickly lose their novelty after a few weeks. and that literary girl in me can't help but compare this new life in nature to a new season in my own life. i can feel it, deep down, roots first, then buds. it's coming, i think, with the spring.