Thoughts about adulthood

Trees are covering the roads with their vermilion remnants while the smell of damp soil fills up the air. Feels like a déjà vu. Every year, we can see the children arguing for the prettiest leaves – those reminding us of the warm summer evenings with their orange colour. I like to think that they will keep the oak leaves preciously, and maybe stack them up in a book… but surely a lot of these kids will forget about them when coming home – and throw them away.

Maybe children don’t need to keep what makes up their everyday life yet, but it is a feeling that is growing stronger in me as I am becoming an adult. Maybe growing up means realising the importance of small things – even these fallen leaves you step on on your way to work.


Les arbres couvrent les routes de leurs chutes vermillon tandis qu’une odeur de terre humide embaume l’air. Impression de déjà vu. Chaque année, on voit les enfants se disputer les plus belles feuilles – celles qui sont d’un bel orange, rappelant les douces soirées de l’été révolu. J’aime penser qu’ils rangeront ces feuilles de chêne dans un herbier… mais sûrement beaucoup de ces enfants se débarasseront d’elles en rentrant chez eux.

Peut-être que les enfants n’ont pas besoin de conserver les reliques qui font notre quotidien, mais c’est un sentiment qui s’exprime de plus en plus chez moi alors que je deviens adulte. Peut-être grandir signifie comprendre l’importance des petites choses – même ces feuilles mortes sur lesquelles on marche chaque matin pour aller au travail.

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