The last breath of August is always a reminder of how illusory any stability is. We desperately try to hold on to warmth, moments of recognition, or the illusion that a perfect day will last forever. But nature is brutally honest: time stands still for just a second, allowing us to take a deep breath before the wind shifts irrevocably. These fragile, fleeting moments conceal a piercing beauty that teaches us the art of letting go. Letting go of bitterness, others' judgments, and that burning sense of injustice when the world seems caught up in something utterly empty, blind to what's most important. Summer burns away, leaving behind only a clean, cool space for something new. We are left alone with ourselves when all the bright decorations fall. It is in this ringing silence that our true essence becomes crystal clear. Tomorrow, a completely different story will begin. True light does not depend on the season or the attention of others - it always burns within, even if the shadows gradually thicken outside.