Dewdrops glisten from every perch, turning the dead brown field into a celebration of light. Above a sharp division, young green growth blankets moist serpentine soil, decorated by a fuzz of last year's grasses, and scattered serpentine rocks. A naked Blue Oak guards the slope, backed by a Valley and a Leather (?) Oak, three sentinals sharing a lonely lookout. Way down toward the Bay: Hoover Tower. Across the Bay; mist-covered East Bay Hills. From Road F, 1/17/2024, 8:20 am.