The men with the lights on their temples ran.
The wisps, because that’s what they were; a wisp of a man and a wisp of a machine.
Leaves crunched, sticks snapped in quarters and found new homes in the dirt. The stinging nettles watched and laughed as the wisps ran for their lives.
I found that on my iPhone. It was a note I wrote in December of 2010. There are some other pieces of literature that I found, which were interesting. I love finding old journal entries on forgotten pages of notebooks. I have a bad memory so they are glimpse into a forgotten moment I didn’t I tried hard not to forget.