Rocky Haven (Observation)

Surf play in the rocks. Gurgling sounds in crescendo and diminuendo when the surf retreats to the ocean floor. Chiming crickets and whistling frogs alarm the night. Stars! Galaxies! Reflect in small pools in the rocks. White surf splashes light through thickness of the night. Clouds scarce in the vastness of the sky. Moon, I can't seem to find that half sleeping moon, but I am inspired by the constant dazzling constellations.

White breakers beat against rocks. A satellite blinking across the sky interrupting natures charm, it has red light signals. It appears to be taking a reading. A major distraction!
Back to the stars and the surf. The sky bleeds darkness into the ocean and the stars becomes the surf and the surf rise to the sky and become stars. The ocean in its majesty roaringly claps on the rocks.  Sometimes the ocean resembles soothing yet lamenting cries. Crickets pluck, frogs exhale, but the ocean drowns their sounds when its surging in.

My retreat, ah; the crickets and frogs are wondrous violinists.

Fluffy pillows of clouds cover some of the stars ; a thick white blanket was suddenly spread across the sky drawing a close to the starry night; yet patches of stars peak through tiny spying holes to let in a flicker of light.  The sky cries little translucent beads of rain. The surroundings have become inhospitable .