Clouds

I remember walking home from school accross the golf course in 1982, Paul Davies pushed me in the back, I violently reacted and kicked him in the knees. He in turn punched me in the face and made off at speed accross the links. I lay on my back dazed and pleasantly confused. As I looked up, I noticed, I mean really noticed the clouds for the first time. I was gripped by natures treat. Mystically drawn by these abstract formations, I was somehow pulled by natures force to the front door of Paul Davies house. I banged on the door and waited. No answer, I banged again and again and again as if possesed by natures energy. He eventually came to the door and battered me all over the estate.