Dear Creativity,
Sometimes, you show up disguised as something else entirely.
A light fixture pretending to be a flock of birds.
An ordinary moment that suddenly lifts off the ground.
A spark that takes shape mid-flight.
I used to wait for you to arrive in grand gestures.
Now I know you prefer to sneak in sideways, looking like shadows, patterns, flickers, asking only:
Did you see me?
Innovatively yours,
Dr. Abigail
