This morning it was like this. Not exactly, but quite similar.
Clear nice weather where I live (about 400 m above sea level), a thick fog over most of the valley. This is the time to go and swim in the Caribbeans. And ... what other things could one do there.
The drive to train station, blinded by the low sun through the naked trees of the wood put me in a fantastic good mood. So when in the train I spotted this young lady with a porcelain complexion, ash blond hair and pretty features, I remembered the sun through the trees, the fog, the swim and braided them in a silent druid invocation ... . I just got a passing glance and the hint of a smile as recompense. Obviously, I could use more practice. The evaluation of the glance and of the hint of a smile took most of the trip in the metro and of the walk to the office.