“The waves broke and spread their waters swiftly over the shore.

One after another they massed themselves and fell; the spray tossed itself back with the energy of their fall.

The waves were steeped deep-blue save for a pattern of diamond-pointed light on their backs

which rippled as the backs of great horses ripple with muscles as they move.

The waves fell; withdrew and fell again, like the thud of a great beast stamping.” 

                                                                                                                                                                 The Waves, Virginia Woolf, 1931.