Stavanger Bay metamorphoses

the sun was low in the sky, the waves crashing in a steadfast rhythm on the shoreline. gulls circled above in the light show of the dying sun, shrieking their anger as they fought over a piece of flesh made shapeless by the sea. below them, the witch lopped at a steady pace parallel to the waves, gaze over the water and watching the dying rays of a sun doomed to slip beyond the horizon. her objective was a pile of dark boulders that learnt haphazardously against one another near the surf, a place where she hoped to stay the night. never did she sleep away from the openness of the night sky, the energy of the star-lit sky. 

a single leapt took her atop the lowest of the boulders, from which she clambered atop the next highest rock. she wasted no time in settling down on the still-warm rock, the product of an unusually warm spring day. there she settled her head upon her paws and gazed towards the sea, watching with perfect stillness the waves as they tore themselves apart upon the surf.