Creativity is a right, a need, a responsibility, a deep pull from the centre, a dancing urge, a brand new pen, a colouring book, an Etch-a-Sketch, a silent space, a priority, a ball of yarn, a tune, six strings, a bunch of playdoh, a bead, a button, a baby, a piece of smooth white paper that craves a palm’s touch, a brand new computer freshly plucked from foam, a long line curve of a rocky beach enjoyed in blissful solitude, a first morning sip of coffee, a rhythm tapped out by raindrops, a returning, again, again, again, again, just once more, to the table, the mat, the page.