Today, the creek ran with fresh water after a little rain on the weekend. The sky was blue. The sun warm. Three bright green Rosellas darted across the creek and under the telephone wires. Three Common Myna's bathed themselves where the water coursed over some rocks. And a solitary grey heron with sulphur yellow legs stood on the lip of a tiny waterfall, where the fresh rain water tumbled down and diverged left and right.
The creek is flowing.
