vivacity

"You wouldn't remember it now, but you told me once that I was too flighty. That I was terribly shy." The wind picks up for a moment, scattering crunchy leaves about. The once vivid color they had in the spring turned to a dull gray in the fall. "I didn't correct you. That's actually when I knew that I understood you well, but ... you didn't care to get to know me at all." Spring was promised, and the vividness of all colors would return to her once more.