 Saturday, like this time every year, I drove from Madison east along Interstate 94 to Milwaukee and its beautiful Wisconsin Club, venue for the Council for Wisconsin Writers annual awards banquet. What joy to bask in a roomful of people passionate about writers and to hear readings by some of the best.
Road trips east on I-94 mark the turning of my seasons. In a couple of months, spring green along the highway replaced by verdant summer, we’ll drive on past Milwaukee to the Wisconsin/Illinois state line to revel in historical fantasy at the Bristol Renaissance Faire. Every fall or early winter, past woodlands brilliant or bare depending on each year’s polio meeting calendar, I-94 takes me on into greater Chicago and the Rotary International headquarters in Evanston. Though a far cry from the escapist fantasy of summer, the current history of global polio eradication holds as much drama and suspense as any fiction. As winter settles in, I hunker down to writing and look forward to the return of robins, trillium, and the next CWW awards banquet. What annual rituals mark the turning of your seasons?
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9/28/2019 03:11:40 am
Well, I don't have an annual ritual every time a certain season is about to come. But among the seasons that we have here in the country, my favorite would be winter season. I can feel a different kind of excitement every time the coldness of the season is about to come. Though there are some people who hate it because it's too cold to bear, but that's part of everything that you need to love! By the way, thank you for the article that you wrote. Perhaps, it's about time to make an annual ritual too! Leave a Reply. |
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