clouds

I was in the house of my teenage years, staring out my bedroom window. I could see the clouds rushing past, golden against an orange sky—a spectacular sunset though quite surreal as the speed of the clouds passing was so fast. I turned my head and realised that I had been watching the clouds in a mirror, that the window was actually on the other side of me. Someone came into the room and I was momentarily disturbed, and then they left. I walked down the internal stairs, through the entry and out onto the footpath. There, I was hassled by some passing men who didn’t seem dangerous but too attentive none-the-less. My gay friend J appeared and I was so pleased to see him. I embraced him and in his presence, the other men left. I went back upstairs into my bedroom where I resumed watching the sky.