Original DDE™ art: “A Whisper Of The Mind” — by: rob kistner © 4/13/26
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At dusk, he finally reaches the lake at path’s end. The water is still as a held breath, and he listens for the sounds that once followed him everywhere — a whisper of the mind, now recalling his childhood.
He kneels quietly, fingers grazing the water, and the years ripple outward: a porch light, a father’s laugh, the slow drift of summer insects. He had buried these memories, or thought he had, beneath schedules, deadlines, and chaotic windowless rooms. But his return to this near forgotten lake, brings a different, refreshed perspective.
He sees now that the forgetting was only the distance of time. The whisper rises again, not calling, not warning, simply being. He muses, alive with the awareness he has found something lost. The old house is gone, but the path waits, patient as dusk, ready to lead him deeper into sweet memories.
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rob kistner © 4/13/26