When nature bursts forth in trumpet song like this, it conjures such emotion and nostalgia inside of me.
"Fall is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?" -Hal Borland