It was the end of summer. It was warm, dry weather. It was cool at night and in the morning, but still nice day and night.
The forest around has lived for another year. Flowers blossomed, leaves turned green, and fruits ripened.
Now it happened and passed. Summer has done its job, summer should go away.
But it was delayed for a couple of weeks. To make noise with pine tops, to dry the grass, to laze in the light of the dying sun.
The air and wind were tired.
