Falling Leaves of Summer Time
Last summer of the year 2009, I have a memory that I caught during a very lonely and dry day of my life. I was thinking about what will I do when I am about to leave my younger years and proceed to the future where I will strive to live life better.
I was walking when I saw a dry leaf falling from a tree. I pick it up and put it between pages in my book. When I was cleaning the bookshelf, I saw that book and opened it. The dry leaf was still there and again, I was able to remember the sadness that I felt that day. I was still thankful of it because even-though it was just a single day of sadness I was able to put it in mind that I had it in my history.
