the view of his back
e View of His Back It's the weekend again. Today was an ordinary day, like any other day of the year, and it made no difference to me. I mean, it wouldn't have if he hadn't come. This morning, it rained lightly. I love rain, especially light rain. I should have been happy, but I simply couldn't. I didn't know how to cope with my complex mood. I stumbled out of bed pretty early and started to dress. What did I look like in his memory?