my name is caity. i am sometimes a writer and sometimes a photographer. about all other things, i am unsure.
"Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe."
― Joan Bauer, “Almost Home” (via rauchwolken)
It is a time machine.
It is time standing still.
It is sitting in my car on the top of an empty parking garage looking at a view of the the only city I’d ever known from an angle I had never known it.
It is your hand out the window of my car blazing down Maryland Parkway after a rare summer shower.
It is the quiet when you cross into the Four Seasons.
It’s being a stranger’s wedding photographer when their’s doesn’t show.
It’s being mistaken for a celebrity by a celebrity.
It’s talking to dolphins and picking up clues. Key Largo, the rabbit hole, Mexico, hats, vampire movies, and haunted houses. It’s secret rooms that you can get into if you’re confident. It’s a waterfall that won’t be working until August. Of 2008.
It is everything before it goes bad. And so much more.
It’s been a pretty great day, 29 minutes from Paradise.
Such a magical thing, a thoughtful package in the mail.