Waves

Waves rolled slowly onto the sandy beach in a slow, rumbling roar leaving behind tattered pieces of seaweed and the occasional shred of driftwood.
Everything was quiet apart from the sound of the sea, the sky an inky sheet of nothingness above it lit by thousands of tiny twinkling pinpricks of light from far, far away.
Out from the sea a leathered and weathered head emerged, then the body and shell of the turtle as she slowly, ponderously, clambered up the beach to lay her eggs.
Behind her the tide was turning, and soon she'd be gone; until another year.