There was nothing dramatic about that day’s waves. They weren’t barrelling breakers… Nor did they have any of the regularity of the waves you see in your mind’s eye… In fact, there wasn’t the slightest order to the water’s motion. Like rush-hour commuters at a busy station, the little crests passed this way and that, crossing each other’s paths chaotically.
from The Wavewatcher’s Companion by Gavin Pretor-Pinney. Winner of the 2011 Royal Society Winton Prize for Science Books.
(via The Idler)
