It would be a wonderful morning for you, and you started it from a mug of great coffee. It tasted perfect, since you knew your preferences. You take a sip. Another one. . . ‎ And then, you hear a door bell ring. You'd rub your eyes as you thought who might come in such time. You open the front door to see Icaros. The mailman in your heighborhood. ‎ ~"GððÐ mðrñïñg. ¥ðµ'vê rê¢êïvêÐ ¥ðµr Ðåïl¥ ñêw§þåþêr ðñl¥."

He said as he handed everything that was addressed to you and double-checked his bag in case he forgot something, but found nothing.