Enzan

The sun set, casting a shimmering reflection of silver across the water. Gentle waves rolled across the sand and were playfully dragged back by the ocean, desperate to play again. Each sigh of enjoyment from the water rode across on the wind towards the tall palm trees which stood fifty feet from the surf, catching the sound with the soft, absorbing embrace of their hanging leaves. A great turtle, 4 feet long from head to tail, drags itself back towards the warm water, a small mound of freshly churned sand lying a few feet behind it. The surface covered over one hundred white eggs, each one a slimy, round possibility of perfection, and would be ready to hatch in two months.