My Little Bay

From my urban forest I look out onto the bay. Often renowned for its wild winds, I often come across the Bay at calm.
Today it is a lovely shade of blue and soft looking like blue moleskin. 
I see it through the trees and ferns which I won’t chop away  (not entirely ) as they give me privacy from the neighbours.
Many trees here are cicada chewed.  Those drag lines cut into the bark. I don’t know if cicadas eat tree ferns or not. I hope not.
When the bay is wild with the waves crashing onto the beach the sound travels up the valley. Sometimes the sound of the waves and the sound of the wind in the trees sounds the same.