Sweet peace, like cool waters licking at my bare feet, lolling in the wash of a stream. It does not eliminate the ache in my arch, only time off my feet will accomplish that. But that peace makes the pain more bearable somehow, like those waters playing with my toes lessens the relevance of the sore appendage. Sweet peace. Calm. Steady. Reliable. Comprehensible. Lovely peace. A restoration of the inner fountain from which I sustain my spirit. A smile inside me begins its journey through my being and I look with anticipation for each new day.