"The wind was blowing nicely as the sun was setting down, on this day. The weather was warm - it was one of these August afternoons... For the last time, the birds were enjoying the warm sunset, before they fly away. For the last time, the trees felt the nice breeze blowing through their green leafs, before having them fall. For the last time the grass and the flowers felt the warm sunlight this year, before falling into a deep sleep. It was it - the end of the summer, the only warm moment that left over, the last August sunset. Everything was about to have its end. Or?... No... There was a new beginning coming after the Winter.
I will be there August, wait me next year!"