In the climate where I live, there's a portion of the year we call "Fool's Spring," describing those early weeks when snow melts, but likely will return with a storm or two before Spring finally wins the day in earnest. Like that early spring, from across a room this piece reads as neutral a landscape, though viewed up close, it's teeming with color eager for expression. Those glimmers of gold speak to the hope this mischievous season offers.