” . . .and there is a majestic beauty in beholding an autumn windstorm. The wind whips round, tugging the body onward, and still onward, saying, Come, come away and when it strikes the trees they all lift their branches as one and roar like a great chorus in mighty unison, a great shout that sets the leaves free, ascending to the heavens. At the sight, and with the sound, the heart surges upward. Go! Autumn sings. Go, and soon we will be free.” I’ve seen that, and that’s just how I’ve felt. Well put.