Original DDE™ art: “Taking Wing” by: rob kistner © 11/24/25
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The morning feels weightless today, as if the essence of gravity still sleeps. I move slowly through the house, each step soft, each motion carrying a faint shimmer of déjà vu. Nothing dramatic is a’stir— yet something inside me feels rearranged, like a constellation that shifted one star over in the night. I can’t name it, but I can sense it, the way you sense a change in weather before the a wind begins to lift.
My wife’s voice hums, barely above the whisper of the yarn she is carefully pulling through the tines of her loom— a new weave coming to life. The sound seems to float through the doorway like a thread of light, tying me to the moment with surprising gentleness. I pause and let it settle into me. It strikes me that transformation often arrives quietly, waiting for us to notice its presence.
Outside, the trees hold their breath. Moving through cirrus, the morning sunrise glances off the open window in soft, uneven pulses, as though the light itself is waking from a dream. I feel something in me drift toward deliverance— an inner door unlatched, a small release of stubborn resistance. Life doesn’t change in a rush; instead, it reveals its evolving shape in layers, each one asking to be trusted.
pale winter sunlight—
a crow lifts into the breeze
as if born of morn
rob kistner © 11/24/25