At the end of this too busy day, with all my energy happily spent, I collapse in body, mind, and spirit, here, to rest with these words and pictures. This chicory blossom, the only white bloom among blue, is the cheerful nourishment I retreat into, such simple beauty. I found it growing across from Cedar Creek Park in a patch of grass edging the chain link fence around basketball courts. Under the sky, above the roots of the sycamore, I walked in beauty and gratitude as the day began. To rest now.