Wednesday--just thinking

I was just reading my book "1,000 places to go before you die".  Highlighting the places I've been.  And then I was thinking about how these places reoccur in my dreams.  Like a historic street with "I didn't know they made paint that bright" buildings in Puerto Rico, or the rainy day on Montmartre, or the dark woods in Oregon.  Etc.  I guess seeing new places inspires me.  As well as comforts me.  Since, all these places, as far and remote, or as strange as they can be, still fall under the same laws.  Gravity, still there.  Sky, still there.  Sun, moon, stars, air, dirt, plants of some sort...still there.  People.  In all their states, still there.  

But, it's seeing these things in their variety.  Not just seeing.  Hearing, tasting, touching.  Being.  The way these places relate to places I've been before.  And, then change the memories of those other places.  

And, just like color.  When experiences are placed next to others, they change.  Because of their relationship.  They are defined by their relationship.  This is why we can all experience the exact same thing in so many different shades.  Contrast.