The Face of Joy

Have you ever looked Joy in the face and watched her wings break time into infinity?


I have.


Joy stood before me, weightless. Hovering. Her curious eyes, unafraid, staring into mine, but it was I who was held in thrall. A captive of tiny grace too huge for my human mind to fully comprehend.


Pan held the veil aside while Horus kept silent vigil from above, and for one thousand of her heartbeats I let her be, wondering how long she would stay, and when she would return.