The voice in my head announced our next move. “March,” it ordered. March left, right, left, right, left. Shoulders back, back straight,” it bellowed. Left, right, left, right left. Time passed. Whenever my mind wandered to a thought of the hot sun or how grateful I felt for the cooling breeze, the voice would drone on…left, right, left, right, left…
“When do we stop?” I wondered. “Left, right, left, right, left.” The only way to free my head of the monotonous drown was to think…left, right, left, right left. I was sure I would die of boredom even before exhaustion overcame me. There was little hope. Even the thought of hope brought the singsong rhythm in the demanding tone…left, right, left, right, left.
As cool evening air replaced the hot afternoon sun, my brain remained frozen in the rhythm. As the sun blazed at the horizon to our right we march on, robots across the changing landscape. “We must be headed north.” I reasoned. “Left, right, left, right, left.” 8/12/15 |