This morning is a little cold, still tucking myself underneath my sheet, hoping it makes me feel warm. For a summer season, this weather is quite strange. Maybe the weather is confused again, maybe seasons is torn in between again, maybe it's too early to claim it's summer already, or maybe it's just me whom feel unwell, or maybe maybe I'm just over thinking. It seems that the gloomy scene outside will consumed the morning with silence again. Maybe a cup of coffee can save this morning. Maybe.