Summer of the rain in this town. Pouring coffee in the cold. Silly me — why should I warm meself when there's cold water awaiting in the shower? I say it all be to shake, to awake meself for I hate to be groggy all morning long, babbling while people stare back at my words. Do they get what I mean? If I ask, they nod and smile. Yet, there's empty in their eyes. Even when people be given the keys to the kingdom, they would take them gladly and hold them dear even though they have no idea what they are for.