wagon hop

Starting to join the lists of bloggers today.  Hoping to cover lots of topics here while remaining indoors from the harsh heat of July.  There's an structure of letting go some sort of intimacy with ones thoughts on here; But the invasiveness is alluring in some way- -reminds me of tourists in a cave with nothing but their eyes.  No cameras, money, or alcohol.  Their only judgement is based on what they see on that specific day, maybe a school of aquatic snail, a lost snorkel, or some local who's bored.  

A cave is blanketed by it's dwellers.  Therefore, it's always changing.  Green blanket stems from many ideas of mine.  I live by New York City, and at times I imagine the skyline view from the Hudson is blanketed by smog or money or dreamers from out-of-town.  If the skyline was blanketed green would it even exist?  I'm not sure.

We blanket ourselves, at times when we're cold at a concert.  Or perhaps when we want to hide truth, or express truth covertly and for some sort of purpose...maybe for a job.  A song could comfort the writer, which can comfort the listener, blanketing their emotions.  A destination can insist upon taking the blanket off, and seeing the area for what it is from a certain perspective. Whatever the reason, I'm accompanied by my thoughts here and experimenting.