Pleasantness -

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

"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." 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. Elias kept a small notebook