Christina, Another Identity, Another Touched heart

Pure beautiful glee. I hadn't seen it in anyone over 10, until I met Christina. Long wet curls plastered to her face and back, she stood in the middle of the river, smiling at the sky. Suddenly, a blessed scream left her throat, pure and strong, reverberating against the granite banks the water lapped so eagerly, and she sunk into the rushing water, being carried downstream quickly. I let out a cry of distress, thinking she had fallen and was being rushed to her death, which was cut short by the shock of the sight of Christina, rising to her feet, giggling with the pleasure of the sensation. It was that moment that I knew life was pointless without joy. I was considering going to thank her, but then I thought, she probably gets that a lot.