Pleasantness Here

One afternoon, a young girl named Maya watched him. He was standing near a bakery, not buying anything, just standing there with a soft smile. "What are you doing?" she asked, tugging at his coat.

Elias kept a small notebook. Every evening, he would sit by his window and record the day's findings. pleasantness

"I’m catching the scent of the cinnamon," Elias whispered, as if letting her in on a secret. "It’s particularly pleasant today because the wind is coming from the east, so it lingers right here in this doorway." One afternoon, a young girl named Maya watched him