Joy is freshly baked monkey bread, hot from the oven smelling of sugar and spice.
Joy is fresh mangoes, juicy and sweet, sunshine in a little dish on a rainy winter day.
Joy is a desk etched with the scratches of time where a tree grows inside while an old tree passes outside, completing the circle.
Joy is looking for one bird in the bush and finding many, nature’s symphony of life and potential.
Joy is simple. Joy is you.