“Yesterday you passed through what you had passed through,
tomorrow you will pass through what is yet to come,
today you are passing through.

You have always passed through; you always will,
you are passing through…”

These lines by Oruç Aruoba remind us that life is often shaped less by where we arrive than by the transitions we move through. The seasons are among the quietest signs of this.

It is hard to pinpoint the exact moment summer ends. The light shifts, the colours of nature begin to change, and the rhythm of the days slowly turns into something else. Most of the time, we change with it without even noticing.

Perhaps what remains of a season is not so much the moments we lived, but the feeling they leave behind.

Summer is passing. And we are passing with it.