I read this the other day, from one of my favorite books, The Scent of Water by Elisabeth Goudge.
"There was gold everywhere, drifts of it on the elm tree, flakes of gold under our feet, gold dust on the hedges, liquid gold in the refracted falling light."
This is when I wonder at my brain. Did I sing praises to the Lord for His creativity? No, I launched into singing, " When the moon is in the seventh house, and Jupiter lines with Mars...." So go figure, I was in sixth grade when that song was popular and I knew those lyrics like the back of my hand.
What ever you find to do, I hope you can do it with all of your might.