let me try and paint this picture.
im sitting next to a window looking up to my right, the base of the alps is two hundred metres away. the entire window frame is taken up by mountains. the peaks have disappeared into their altitude and all i can see is the khaki pattern of the alpine conifers reaching up into nothingness. the mountains seem to fade to white, getting lost somewhere in the ether. snow is falling. floating is probably a more accurate word. not yet heavy enough to blanket the ground but beautiful enough to hold my attention. the whole scene is a fairy tale, something out of my dreams. the picture is perfect. im not sure if i have woken up.