Early morning the sea is limped like softly ruffled cloth & the waves gently glide up the beach with a gentle whooshing sigh. Sometimes large shoals of fish, only discernable as thousands of little breaks in the surface glided along the coast like a large sea creature.
Mid-morning the gentlest of breezes ripple the sea into a swarm of tiny sparkles like fireflies - except for patches that are glass smooth like a frozen lake.
By evening the ripples are usually more vigorous, breaking out at sea as tiny foam silver slivers. They crash onto the beach even though there is no perceptible wind - it must just be the life of the sea!