Aiolos came home on the fourteenth day. He stood on the side of the wall and looked at the mottled red wall without saying a word. Everything was just as it was when he left. The white-tiled and blue-roofed cabin was cast in silhouette by clouds, and the old vines covered the lime, and the moss submerged the different colors. The newly painted paint to celebrate the birth of his younger brother hid the attached bricks and tiles, and even the color faded was no less than a few years ago.
Young Aiolos also looked the same as before. His brown hair curled up on his head, but it was a little longer than before. It was so long that it covered his eyes and ears, and the hairband could not be restrained. This made him look very kind - Santorini in the afternoon. Aiolos is also one of the tourists who come from all over the world. He has no luggage but is dressed in luggage. He was born here but is full of thoughts about leaving. The sun turned sideways for another moment. Aiolos buckled against the wall and said with a smile: "Hey, I'm back, isn't it?"