It’s All An Exercise in Dreaming

In which I consider the gifts of prolonged discovery, gratitude for minor inconveniences, motorcycle rides, dancing with strangers and, briefly, Trevor Noah.

What is this grainy-but-sassy video still screenshot you ask? Read on.
An uptown character in some kind of old school car looking like a cool motherfucker.
I learned her name is Jaki. May I be so lucky…

Caits writes here about mining for daily wonder, the lessons of grief, and building (which is simply embracing what is) an expansively creative life.