That year: Green plums are like beans and willows are like eyebrows. I have always been a light sleeper, and many years later, when I was a teenager, I asked: Why did I know this from the first day? I don't like Begonias, but I live in a courtyard full of Begonias. So I woke up when he took off the crabapple petals from my hairpin, and took a sneak peek while he was flipping through his poetry collection. I think "you are as new as a willow in March" is like this!
Meeting you for the first time is like returning from an old friend. . . . .