She asked what it is - this thing called 'joy'?
What words might describe it?
What is its color?
Its taste? Its smell?
I had no way of answering to the question she'd just asked.
And then - I concluded - there are no words.
This thing called 'joy'?
It's light. It's laughter. It's ephemeral energy.
It's a moment.
It's a feeling.