An account from a Leaf (Leaf) on the passing of summer…

If you were in my neighbourhood in Atlanta you’d think it was still summer.

The sun is still out, not that often, but enough to tan me as I jog in and out of the shady trees in the local park and to bring out its coniferous aromas. In my room the air conditioning keeps me cool; the occasional ice-cream is a supplement.

But the leaves are indeed falling. It’s one of the many things I’ve been observing while I’m out doing regular exercise – for once, ha! Every few days, every other day, depending on my definition of ‘regular’ when I wake up in the morning, I’ve had the chance to see the effects of seasons changing. The gardeners have taken out the leaf-blowers, don’t know what they’re really called, to clear the path of brown, crispy curls. The landing rate has increased gradually; one leaf falling during a lap round the park has grown into several from a single tree.

“Well, duh in Autumn they die and by winter trees are naked. What is so special about that?”

For a while I’ve called summer ‘My Season’. In many respects it does, whether you like it or not, belong to me. And here’s why:

  • I was a summer baby born July 11th on a hot summer’s day. In London it was reported to have been a high of 41.C
  • During wintertime, many take pleasure in wearing chunky garments, wrapping up warm, putting on wellies and all that stuff. I am not a fan. So much effort put into every morning’s wardrobe picks only leaving me looking like a babushka. If I’m honest, I feel and look much better in summer clothes, which proves that I must have been created for summer only.

I thought these were the only two reasons which justified my strong attachment to the middle months of the year. But today I discovered another one! I can’t I never noticed this until now!

The new evidence I share with you right this moment.

I’ve been called many different names throughout my life. Once I even wrote about my awkward meet-and-greet experiences – it’s something I feel increasingly apprehensive about as I grow up – but I don’t think I’ve ever explained the origin of my name. Over the summer a few of my friends learned of its meaning and used it frequently as a replacement for my normal one – YeYe, if you didn’t know already. As a result the nickname was embedded quite deeply in my brain and was thus accepted into my daily thought processes.

In solitude I become very reflective. (Great, now you know when I’m lonely by keeping track of how often I write blog posts.) Sometimes I rewind my memories and play them back to myself:

Your name; is it Chinese? Yes.

What does it mean? Leaf Leaf; one ‘Ye’ translates to ‘leaf’.


Do you you see it now?! Don’t tell me you don’t.

Yes; you do!

Leaves grow and thrive in Spring and Summer, and they die during Autumn and Winter! I rise and fall with them. Oh my goodness. 

That the summer season and I are physically, emotionally in tune with one another is now an absolute fact. It creeps me out that I speak of this connection like a romantic and human relationship, but I can’t find a better way to illustrate my point.

Take a moment for this revelation to sink in. Don’t worry, it took me a while as well.


Last mention of bugs, I promise: Torrential rain the previous day brings out the spiders and their metre-long webs to catch the influx of insects. They’ve been hiding from last night’s weather. I seem to been on a flowery, William Wordsworth, hipster orbit right now. Get me out of here please. I’m supposed to be a realistic and rational person. I’m studying law in less than a fortnight, ARGH!


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