Snow persists

I drove up to 1000 metres and found the snow was still there. I walked higher. Beautiful sun. Absolute silence. No one around. The snow had a crisp edge that slowly broke under me in the deeper shade. The ice on the road was melting, water snaking underneath it, bubbles like frog spawn bubbling up where it emerged. Eventually my boots got wet. I need to waterproof them.

If you could someone how bottle the essence of the dazzling light, the warmth, the crispness of the colours and take it back to uncork on dark nights and in dank days.