You are a maple tree and with every passing season your memories fall away from you and tumble in the wind. Yellow, orange, red and brown - the smell of your first book, the sight of your first love, the taste of the happiest moment of your life - are momentarily replaced by a more vivid green. But with time even your greenest memories will change and be softly torn from you by the passing wind. And you will forget. And yet your memories are all you really have in the end. On the coldest January night all you will have is the dream of summer's past. So do not neglect your falling memories. Capture them like fireflies until you have enough to light your very last and darkest winter night.