It supposed to be a beautiful morning:

- The rain has washed away the physical misery of the world. No haze, no unsightly grime, only clean air, and mist covered valleys and lush green vista as far as the eyes can see.

- I slept early last night around 3 am. Had a troubled free sleep, no nightmare, and no wayward dreams.

But my heart can't feel the beauty, my eyes stared unseeing and my soul remained silent.