Bottled memory

If I could bottle a memory, I would bottle of the first snow of winter because when I was little the first snow of winter would be a big deal to me. When I would open the bottle again, the smell of snow and rain would hit me as I walked outside. The snow would look like white velvet, untouched, sparkling with all it's beauty.

picture from here

Underneath my mom's car would be frosten ice sikles.