I was recently taken by this passage about the serendipitous creation of Crosby, Stills, and Nash one evening in 1968 from the book Hotel California written by Barney Hoskyns:

At the [Joni] Mitchell gathering, Stephen [Stills] started fooling around with a new, country-flavored song called “Helplessly Hoping.” [David] Crosby joined in with a tentative harmony vocal. As he listened, [Graham] Nash heard a top-layer falsetto harmony in his head. When Stills and Crosby came back in with the second verse, Graham laid his high harmony over their voices. Everyone in the room beamed simultaneously: it was as though three angels had been reunited in space and time. “I was in there on top,” Nash told [Los Angeles disc jockey] B. Mitchel Reed, “and we all fell down laughing. It was really joyous.”

I’m a sucker for that spark of creativity, that moment when things click or come together, the instant when you realize something truly good has been created or has begun.