Joy by Bri Wilson

The smiling sun after clouded, gray days. Hugging a friend for the first time in four months. Dancing alone to this week’s favorite song, arms pumping, feet skidding over the hardwood floor, lips mouthing memorized words. The rhythmic sigh of waves on a smooth sandy shore. Rain at night. Melted-chocolate chip cookies devoured on the couch. The first shower after days of dirt. Gliding into the lake under the moon’s soft white light. A film that enchants you, leaves you wandering through its world for hours after the screen goes dark. Silent, shimmering winter afternoons. Sun-drenched strawberries savored in sun-drenched fields. Catching shooting stars from the dock that juts into water reflecting midnight.