Joy is a fairy on drugs.

She swims with the stars and pets the clouds because she can. A daily dose of sunshine brands her skin with a crispy tan. Trademark smiles split her face, probably from all the happy fumes she inhales everyday. She views the world through rose-colored lenses and her laughter tinkers in the air, boisterous and there. As she prances around like a deer in high heels, her flute thrives, weaving together highs and lows, flats and tones.

She is Joy and she's living in the moment.