Salt and swell fill the air. Boats carve into the gouache of the deep blue, heading to a horizon of red kissing dark violet.
The wind spirals, weaves, churns and spits sand, withered rock and the occasional offshoots of the foliage on the cliffs.
The cacophony of crashing waves on the monoliths that once stood tall with the rock wall surround the drop below.
As the sun begins to poke his divine head over the water, the birds do the same, filling the air with their collective song.
Blink and you’ll miss it. The seabirds diving into the swell. The whales waving their fins to the endless sky. The tiny specks of light slowly blinking out to sleep in the sun's wake.
Image: Ecomusic 1.0 by Zachariah Tritsiniotis.