Wondering while aboard a train

How does one describe the difference of life out here? These great green rolling hills, the green of the land contrasting perfectly with the blue of the sky. The flat land of rice fields and forests abuts the slopes of steeply rising mountains. Open vistas of every type. The air is inexpressibly fresh, like taking a drink of glacial water. It clears your head after awhile. The clouds so puffy it reminds you what you thought as a child, that all clouds all the time were this way. Of course I write this on the train, rolling through these communities but I have walked places like this and know how to adjust. Could I use just such mental adjustments to write about other environments and characters? After all I`m simply interpreting what I see in the world, why can`t I write what I dream? It amounts to nothing more than creating the right sentence. But Oh! that is creation, something from nothing!