In December of 2013 the prompt “joy” saw me post a series of three photos of a doting aunt helping her toddler nephew walk along a wall top that ran along Lake Geneva. The look of joy on the little boy’s face was a delight whilst the joy in the aunt’s heart was remembered rather than photographed.
For the same prompt on revisiting joy:
For Daniel, just being alive filled him with joy.
For this little girl waiting was no joy
but as she flew through the air her face came alive with joy.
For me, joy was finishing my Masters. Relief that it was over was synonymous with joy.