Usually outside my window I see mountains: green, brown, and white. I see green meadows and brown and white spotted cows (I hear them too...usually way before I want to wake up in the morning). I see gentian Swiss skies and feel like I am lost in the picture on old Nestle powdered milk cans.
Today I see a parked goods train, while another with passengers slides away gently. The skies are blue and there are trees. Different...but comforting somehow.
It's a good day.