Her ebony ringlets bounced.
Her caramel face reflected the light from the sun.
Her raspberry colored coat was a stark contrast against the white, brightness of the snow.
She was skipping.
Every hop made the ringlets bounce against her shoulder.
The sun’s rays danced on her cheeks.
Her mother behind her walked more slowly. She trudged along the sidewalk. She was obviously out for exercise.
Her daughter was out for joy.
She reminded me, I have a choice to make.
I choose joy.