for the chilling waves

I had the pleasure of visiting the Scheveningen Beach during night-time. We walked in sneakers through what seemed like the widest strand, and were left speechless upon our arrival to the sea. Sand turned into mud, mud turned into water, water turned into an endless array of tickling, lustrous foam. I can not bring the feeling of the experience into words, so perhaps the best way to explain it would be to replace each and every “daffodils” in the poem "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" with "foam". Truly incredible.