And it was strange that the big woods and the deep snows played no part in them.

He was back home.

And Celie was with him.
Once they went for wildflowers and were caught in a thunderstorm, and ran to an old and disused barn in the center of a field for shelter.

He could feel Celie trembling against him, and he was stroking her hair as the thunder crashed over them and the lightning filled her eyes with fear.

After that there came to him a vision of early autumn nights when they went corn-roasting, with other young people.