All states and nations, however great, bloom for a season and are replaced.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When California was wild, it was the floweriest part of the continent.
Maine out of season is unmistakably a great destination: hospitable, good-humored, plenty of elbow room, short days, dark nights of crackling ice crystals.
Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.
I love Massachusetts for a number of reasons. I once loved a magical girl who lived in a magnificently converted barn, a half-hour or so from Boston. I love your winters. I love the snow.
New Jersey is the most poetic state: close enough to New York to be urban and cosmopolitan, far enough to be desirous and unsure; densely populated, but full of farms and woods, with the most deer of any state.
Indiana was so lovely. Just so lovely.
Glorious as it had been, the city-state was obsolete.
People across the nation know Montana as 'Big Sky Country' or the 'Last Best Place' thanks to our stunning landscapes, blue-ribbon trout streams, and welcoming communities. Fewer people recognize that Montana has one of the most competitive business climates to go along with our exceptional quality of life.
A star for every State, and a State for every star.
States are as the men, they grow out of human characters.