Here is a rocky point: Couched in a semi-circle of gurgling wavelets, beset by a forest of whispering evergreens, ensconsed in a patchwork canopy of stars.

Upon this craig he lies a boy, perhaps a man; gazing at the lights permanent, the lights passing, and those precious few lights ephemeral: bursting into sight and out of the world in the thin cold upper atmosphere... Each passing minute of darkness calls forth a thousand more lights in the precious slivers of an angle between the last moment's revelation until the sky is emblazoned with a tapestry both structured and delicate. And yet even in this prescence the sky retains a consuming dark, so deep it swallows the stars whole.

A truer silence cannot be found, an unimposing silence so perfect you cannot hear yourself think but that you draw your mind out onto a page. It is not such a hush as the systematic elimination of sound carelessly invented in recording studios erected by what are otherwise shreaking hairless apes. In these the noise of a thousand fears and and a dozen ideas splatter across his mind.... Even as his ears strain tangibly to detect even the blood rushing to warm a furious brain. This point, his rock, wafts in an easy quiet.

His self-indulgent reverie is shattered by an otter (pesky animals) who breaches the water (showing no consideration for personal space), hisses with the venom of a cat, and slides away. The possesion of the boy's point must be a matter of contention, at least the otter thinks so. The boy must too because after a few quick breaths he raises himself to his full height and scrambles in a half panic for his flashlight.

"Would the otter be so foolish as to force confrontation? Surely it would not venture to attack an opponent showing a one metre size advantage? But what if it does? What if its babies lie on this rock? What if it bites me? Maybe if I can shine the flashlight at it she will go away."

But by the time our cowardly ape has fumbled up his light the otter has slipped into the waves. But the damage is done. He is struck blind by his own electric fire, deaf by his pounding heart, and is forced to speak to calm the hubub inside....so he reconciles himself to his loss, draws his cellphone from his pocket and begins to transcribe into its goulish glow.