Tea Time

Original DDE™ art: “Tea Time” — by: rob kistner © 3/30/26

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The red brick path bends in on itself, as if unsure whether it is coming or going. Early spring has loosed the fragrance of soil, and the air carries that electric restlessness—the quiet insistence that something is about to begin. I pause near a thicket of tangled brush where the wind seems to chatter without language. A cup of light spills through the branches, trembles, then disappears. Time feels quite unreliable here. Not broken—just… playful.

This morning had arrived a little sideways, as though it forgot its lines and decided to improvise. The light now comes in uneven bursts, slipping through branches, retreating, returning again—nothing steady, nothing promised. I find a weathered bench where moss has claimed its quiet territory, and sit as if invited. There’s a peculiar expectancy in the air, like a conversation already in progress just beyond hearing.

There is a sense of being hurried along, though nothing pursues me. A flicker at the edge of vision—quick, alert, amused—then gone. I almost laugh, though I’m not sure why. Perhaps it’s the season itself, slightly unhinged, shrugging off winter with a grin too wide to explain.

Here time seems to circle rather than pass. Again, a sudden rustle nearby, a darting presence—half seen, wholly hare. I check my watch, then I do laugh. Silly me — time offers no authority here.

month of March gone mad
a laugh’s caught in the hedgerow
time’s forgot its shape

Original DDE™ art: ”Hustlin’ Hare” by: rob kistner © 3/30/26

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rob kistner © 03/30/26

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