When Naruto finds himself in front of Sakura's apartment in a rare bout of meandering, she is on her haunches tending saplings in the little space available just adjoining her building. The sunlight catches in her hair in fleeting luminous spots.
The feel of sun and earth is comforting after all this, she says, wiping the sweat glistening on her forehead.
That night Naruto dreams of her reposing in a cosy patch of green, dappled light softly shining over her rounded contours.