A Day of Rest and Restoration

Lately, I have been unable to sleep without stirring and shifting again, and again, and again.  But driving to Sewanee from Birmingham in a spitting rain made me nod and long for bed.  Even a walk in mist failed to energize me, until I came upon this tiny bee fly, Hemipenthes webberi. 

His formal attire like black velvet, his damp cushion of clover head, his triangular shape and angled posture, his light hold in a sway-making wind -- all these returned the energy driving had sapped from me. 

Perhaps this is why I walk and this is why I look at small things: to wake and enjoy my waking.