Geneva was dark when the train pulled out. Gradually, the sun rose, illuminating parts of Lake Geneva through trails of clouds.
Into the Vallais region, where there was snow on the ground at the train's level, as well as on mountain peaks. I spent much of the trip reading the Switzerland guidebook, which was most reorienting for me for the last two centuries, from Napoleon's influence, to how late women's suffrage came to the cantons, to the scandals of a decade ago which shattered Swiss self-identity with regards to neutrality in WWII.
Finally, the Venetian lagoon.