Yukata have been packed away, folded neatly into their tatogami (kimono wrapping paper). The orchestra of cicada have stopped rehearsing. The smell of sulphur from recently exploded fireworks has vanished, swallowed by air and time. Hamo (dagger-tooth pike conger eel), that quintessential Kyoto delicacy, has disappeared from restaurant menus.
There is a shift, a quietness as autumn approaches. The suzumushi (bell cricket) have begun their song. But... a few final brush strokes to the summer tableau - tiny wildflowers, a cool mountain stream.