She found herself lost in the warmth of a stranger's smile and the soft gestures of a passerby.
She found herself ecstatic when the leaves turned a burnt orange and found joy in the crunching sound it made under her feet as she walked.
She found joy in the little things,
In the rain as it came down slowly and sometimes in the rainbows it made when the sun too came out simultaneously.
She found joy in the small interactions she had with children as they seemed to have the most joy glistening in their eyes,
as they hadn't been robbed of it yet.
She found joy in the flowers as they began to bloom and as the potatoes sprouted from thick soil.
She found joy in couples holding hands and the creaminess of ice-cream on a hot summer's day.
To her,
pure joy came from the things most forgot to see.
The things most had been blinded to.
Everyone was too busy in the havoc of living life that they forgot about the little things that bring true joy,
the thing everyone has been searching for but rarely finds.