Excerpt from Snow Country by Yasunari Kawabata:

“After the long border tunnel, the snow country appeared. The depths of the night became white. The train stopped at the signal.
. . .
Some three hours earlier, to dispel his boredom, Shimamura had gazed at the forefinger of his left hand as he wiggled it. In the end, it was only this finger that vividly remembered the woman he was on his way to meet. The more he endeavored to recall her clearly, the more uncanny it seemed that this finger alone should be moist now with her touch and be drawing him to the distant woman even as she faded from the grasp of his uncertain memory. He brought the finger to his nose and tried smelling it, then drew a line across the window glass with the finger. A woman’s eye appeared there. He was so startled he almost cried out, but that was because his mind had been elsewhere. When he came to himself he realized it was nothing, just the reflection of the girl in the seat on the opposite side of the car. Darkness had fallen outside, and the lights were on inside the train: the glass of the window had become a mirror. But it had been fogged over with water vapor, so the mirror had not appeared until he wiped it with his finger.

The evening scene flowed in the depths of the mirror. The mirror itself and the objects reflected in it moved like a double-exposed motion picture, with no connection between the actors and the scene. Moreover, as the actor, with mutable transparency, and the scene, with its misty flow — as the two fused together, they depict an unearthly world of symbols. Especially, when the lights in the fields and mountains shined in the middle of the girl’s face, his heart fluttered with the inexpressible beauty.
The distant sky above the mountains still bore traces of the sunset, so he could make out the shapes in the scenery through the window even in the distance, although the colors had faded. As far as he could see, the landscape of ordinary mountains and fields appeared all the more ordinary. Nothing stood out and nothing attracted his attention, so it was more like a great flow of emotion.”