Joyful January

I looked up the chimney and peered under the beds. I poked around old pictures and sat watching some thoughts walk through my head. The biscuit tin was empty and the wind was blowing way too hard for a walk. I checked the drawers in the bedroom and even under the stairs. Joy seemed to be missing, not wanting to be found. Then, while sipping my tea, it suddenly dawned, she wasn't some 'thing' rather the stuff I was feeling.‪