Farm morning

We took a train from Bordeaux to Paris at an obscenely early hour. But man, it was pretty. Watching the sun come up over the misty french countryside was so beautiful that I didn't even go back to sleep until about 9:30 or 10. At first all you could see was this blue-grey color. Then slowly shapes began showing up in the mist and eventually you could occasionally see trees, farmhouses, and occasionally cars before it would all disappear as the train sped past. This is what I remember it looking like as the sun rose enough that we could actually see some detail outside.