An aroma of a woman… so sweet and gentle, somewhere close. The emptiness of the whole house rapturously realized that she is coming... on her tiny, always cold and white like snow toes, through the silence of the corridor like a peaceful morning cloud. Just as soon as the vibes of exuberance stormed into his room he felt that too. And that melody in the air… coconut mixed with the natural odor of her hairs that makes you feel at home every time you breathe it in… That must be how angels are supposed to smell… She is at home. Finally, at home. The whole universe came back on its place.