Imagine a retired person who after years of live on bureaucratic organizations, now wants to close his eyes to urban life, take a Scissor on his hand and smell the grapes that by himself planted it. His shelter is a house in a deprived and almost remote desert village near Isfahan city. Everything is bare and simple. So, there is no room for pretend. His home is a place for seeing and silence. Seeing the fast moves of birds on the wall and hearing the silence of desert stone. Sometimes, un-built is more important than built. There is courtyard in this house which could be a silent witness for many unexpected memories. Now built environment is in interaction with nature not in contradiction with. Part of it and For It!