Do you want to colour?

Do you want to colour?
A question from your childhood.

Crayons spread across the table
the floor
Whatever paper is handy
Blank
A colouring book

Covering the pages
Diligently staying within the lines
Freedom of a blank page
No matter
You were creating
Something
Choosing the perfect colour
From a carefully sorted box
Or
From a pile of half-spent broken pieces in a candy tin
Grinding into the paper to create a solid form

The unmistakable smell of crayons

The vision in your head
Realized upon the page
No worries about technique, composition
The attributes of fine art

You see the picture you are making
It is true

Talking as you work
About whatever seemed important at the time
Laughing
Picking a new colour
Colouring

As adults
Why do we stop playing
Asking our friends
Do you want to colour?