The lingering clouds drifted leisurely into the distance, sunlight filtering through the morning glow and casting itself upon the verdant grass. Thorny roses, nourished by the fountain's water, swayed in the breeze, their glowing petals mirroring the pink lotuses and purple water lilies blooming at the center of the lake pavilion.
It was so beautiful, it didn’t look like a villa's private garden at all—more like a scenic tourist spot where the fences had been trampled on a holiday.
The clouds were light, the flowers were lush, beautiful like an oil painting.