When the summer days are coming to its end birds gather in groups to begin their great journey to the warmer faraway lands of the South. The cry of swifts symbolises the approaching end of an era, the finale of a great season that seemed so everlasting. But summer can’t last forever. Only with the cry of the last swifts ready to depart you see that the fruit soaked in hot sun is about to be picked, the lands are dry and days are getting shorter. This painting reminds us that the end of something great inspires the new beautiful beginnings.