trumpets

“The dire wolf is no longer extinct,” it trumpets on its website.

All we talked about was trumpets and music.

Angel trumpets, night-blooming jasmine, forbidden passion fruit from a neighbor’s yard, ocean air mixed with cedar chips and mulch.

I always thought it would turn a corner because, c’mon, it trumpets the importance of the arts and, in particular, acting.

"Ring the bell, sound the trumpets reverie, something is done, something is beginning. One of the great wise ones has passed."