Letter to Minnesota

Here is my imitation of Spalding Gray's letter to New York City. I'm not much of a creative writer, so here goes...

   

March 2012

Dear Minnesota,

            For twenty-three years I have visited you every summer and loved you innately like you were my mother. I came to you because I sought the peace of nature and found peace everywhere I stepped. I fled the city and arrived at your backwoods, that retreat near the Canadian border, where civilization trickled to the distant dwellers and solitude reigned supreme. You opened my soul to nature’s aesthetic because you were so artistic.

            To this day, a framed photograph hangs over my bed at the lodge. It is a picture of a lone wolf.  His eyes tell a story of aggression and amity, and when I look at him I am captivated by a sense of the sublime. I want to be that wolf.

This is still Minnesota for me.