The bones of summer cannot be seen. In summer, life feeds on life, always increasing, always taking. Summer is progress, is new and improved, is never stopping because those that stop in summer become bones, become nothing, become whatever summer wants before they even know they are dead.

Tara found the flower. The bones of winter are the stark desolation of a wind so bitter that it burns her soul. When Tara looks at Willow, she sees a summer that takes and takes and Tara, unable to lose more of herself, cannot stay to be burned once again by summer. (100)