It all feels so exotic. Wisconsin. Whenever I overhear that word, my ears prickle. After sixteen years living outside of Wisconsin, feeling like Wisconsin was something private, a piece of my childhood that sits somewhere between my shoulder and my collarbone, a biannual hiatus, here I am. It’s everywhere. Wisconsin. And Madison. How about Madison? That’s a good word, too. Other nice words include: Eagle. Owl. Capitol. That one I’m used to. Yet it’s different here. It’s right there, in the middle of everything, looming above it all. The birds sing differently here. I remember.
Wisconsinian
Wisconsinian
Wisconsinian
It all feels so exotic. Wisconsin. Whenever I overhear that word, my ears prickle. After sixteen years living outside of Wisconsin, feeling like Wisconsin was something private, a piece of my childhood that sits somewhere between my shoulder and my collarbone, a biannual hiatus, here I am. It’s everywhere. Wisconsin. And Madison. How about Madison? That’s a good word, too. Other nice words include: Eagle. Owl. Capitol. That one I’m used to. Yet it’s different here. It’s right there, in the middle of everything, looming above it all. The birds sing differently here. I remember.