The end of the storm, the end of summer...
We tend to forget sometimes that the end of something is necessarily the beginning of something else and all is cyclic even though always different at the same time.
I cannot help thinking of some lines from a poem by T.S. Eliot, which I like very much

“Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.”