‘The sea has many voices. Listen to the surf, really lend your ears, and you will hear in it a world of sounds: hollow boomings and heavy roarings, great water tumblings and tramplings, long hissing seethes, sharp, rifle-shot reports, splashes, whispers, the grinding undertone of stones, and sometimes vocal sounds that might be the half-heard talk of people in the sea...sound of endless charging, endless incoming and gathering, endless fulfilment and dissolution, endless fecundity, and endless death...the spilling crash...the wild seething cataract roar of the wave’s dissolution...the endless dissolving hiss of the inmost slides of foam...above the tumult, like birds, fly wisps of watery noise, splashes and counter splashes, whispers, seethings, slaps and chucklings’
Henry Beston.