With all of the steady rain, I saw yesterday that the creek has begun to flow again. It winds through the little valley that opens up at the White Oak Pavilion. There is a small spillway just above the lower bridge that leads into the pavilion, and I saw children attracted to the sound of the gurgling, splashing water. In the spring, I remember seeing birds taking lively, fluttering baths or swooping in for a drink. Welcome back little creek, I missed you.