Semi-Daily Scribbles

Grant tried to remember the stages that mattered. First, there was birth. That was pretty major. School; he got to skip kindergarten. A stretch of straight A's, honor rolls, and accolades. Then he got the full ride. Pity the physics degree got pushed to the side. Grant wasn't around when The Haight was a non-stop happening, but once he got to university, he did his best to emulate the peace-love hippie aesthetic. This was the period where he spent a lot of time in trees, even meeting the woman he was to marry high up in the leafy boughs of a chestnut. That was the moment, the stage of his evolution, when existence ceased being a linear affair. Grant recalled losing his balance, his trajectory redirected, when the lady perched on a limb held out her hand and invited him to jump.