Traveling is like a good song on a bad day.
I love driving through all of the states, watching how the land changes,
Feeling effervescent about making the transition of attitude between each one.
I haven't been to many out of the fifty, but each one has it's own separate personality yet and still they all have a subtle continuity that weaves them all together into the tapestry that is this country.
I plan to visit every single one of them eventually. It may take me quite awhile to finish this series seeing as I plan on writing about all 50 states but eventually. It'll happen.
Circumstance has lead me to Wisconsin and I must comment on my perception of her persona.
Wisconsin is so..... sweet.
Sweet,
Sweet like,
The tiniest drop of honey on your tongue,
Like a cup of milk in the morning,
Like having a glass of water and feeling it travel all the way down and settle in your stomach,
When your body is that fresh linen out of the dryer warm and the water is sooooooooo cool;
Not ice cold, but just cool enough that your breath condenses and floats out of the glass while you drink.
There must grow fields of red poppies on the far side of some hill I couldn't see over
Or they must be scattered throughout all the gardens there,
Hidden among the brightest flowers so as no one will notice their hypnotic aura.
Wisconsin greets you kindly with a graceful smile and an extended hand.
Her skin is soft and cool to the touch.
She glows with a translucence that allows one to observe her apparent vitality and undying loyalty to those who choose to befriend her.
I plan on visiting her often in the future.
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