Pleasantness

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 smiled. "You don't see pleasantness, Maya. You let it happen to you." pleasantness

Maya sniffed. She had smelled bread before, but she’d never noticed it. She closed her eyes. Suddenly, the air felt warm and sweet, like a wool blanket on a cold night. "I see it!" she exclaimed. One afternoon, a young girl named Maya watched him

Elias kept a small notebook. Every evening, he would sit by his window and record the day's findings. not buying anything