'the redness of autumn and ron'
IMAGINE, the somberness of winter had passed, being replaced by the earthy glow of spring. The morning wash of light had made this moment much more magical and the sound of heavenly chirps above you added to this factor.
Oh, and the washed out red of Ron's hair matched the tree trunks behind you, making your view much more aesthetically pleasing.
"Enjoying the view?" Ron was far ahead of you, so his voice warned, "hurry up!"
"I am enjoying the view." You laughed, shuffling closer to him.
"Mmm," You continued, "mind if you stay still for a bit? So I can take in the precious view."
"Oh," Ron chucked, bowing his head, "anything for you, you're majesty."