Mill Creek ripples over smooth stones with the gentle sound of applause from a distance, fall leaves drifting by in its clear water, sun breaking through clouds as I stopped to look up, to breathe deeply the cool fall air, recently rain-washed clear of the dry season's dust.
The irony that such a lovely body of water would be named "Mill Creek"----which speaks of man's belief that a creek is not an entity in itself so much as a thing to use----is just another reminder of how fortunate we are that this paradise was allowed to remain despite civilization's hunger for turning nature into man's designs.
