Here’s some snow. It’s soon going to melt.
Meanwhile, with the transfiguration, up on that high mountain, Jesus’ friend Peter wants to make dwellings for him and Moses and Elijah that they saw in this shining vision. Admirable hospitality. But perhaps we try too hard to make dwellings for the Living God, and suppose God will always confined within the walls we build – only to find that God is also somewhere beyond those walls, somewhere where people are suffering, or in need of a shining hope. The vision dies, dissolves into memory like the melting of snow. But God lives on.
In this case that residue of memory is telling us that Jesus is the what the traditions of the Law and the Prophets were looking towards.