That day I walked out of the class yawning and complained repeatedly: "It is really a crime to stay in the classroom in such a beautiful weather."
That day I inadvertently looked at the window at the end of the corridor of the teaching building. The late afternoon sun shone a blazing red but soft light through the glass. The light was colorful and extended endlessly.
That day, a tall and straight figure appeared in the backlight and gradually walked towards me.
That day I finally saw his face clearly as he approached. I don't quite remember his expression at that time. I only know that he was glowing.