Sunday Morning It was raining a little this morning when I waked up. Thin, lightly white fog raised with the sun, as I saw through the window maked with wood. It was quiet on the streets. It was Sunday morning. I brushed my teeth, wased face, and opened the refrigerator, taking out the set for making coffee by water drip I bought yesterday. OK. Let me pour water into the beaker and put back to the refriegerator. I went back to my bed, pulled out the book I read once every morning and started reading loudly again. It's strange that I don't remember what I dreamed of last night. I couldn't sleep until one or two pm and waked up now at seven o'clock. The weather report said this year's last typhoon will go toward the north and won't come into this island.