Kudos to Spring

I placed my hand on the cold window pane as I watched the piercing strands of neatly woven gold shine in the radiant morning sky. Such beauty could only be photographed by the human eye.

The shimmering silver lining of the white fluffy clouds bobbed over the blue sky, swimming around like koi fish. Golden hue flooded the room as I pushed open the sheer curtains to see dew sitting patiently on frail, delicate chrysanthemum petals outside. Sunlight fell over my eyes as I opened the window. 

The light blinded me completely, as though it was telling me to appreciate the sounds of a vibrant spring morning. Indeed, the tunes the birds sang and the whispers of the wind rushing by sounded quite melodic.