Today I gazed upon the beauty of the old crescent moon rising before dawn. Later I found a huge acorn in the street - a variety of oak I'm not familiar with. I tossed it into a puddle in the creek bed, wishing it a chance at taking hold somewhere someday along the banks. It's been many moons since I've seen a heron or fish there, but the creek, as the drought slips away, has taken a step back toward life.