The streets in the early morning are always particularly quiet, with only a few joggers passing by. I habitually make my way to the bakery I often visit, where tiny droplets of water still cling to the glass window. The owner is taking freshly baked baguettes out of the oven, and the aroma of wheat mixed with butter is particularly vivid in the cool air. I ordered an almond croissant, and the rustling sound of the paper bag along with the warmth in my hands suddenly gave this ordinary morning a concrete sense of happiness.
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