The sun burning on a billion tiny wavelets.

It stretches to the clear curved limit of every angle of horizon, the sun burning on a billion tiny wavelets.

They emerged from the random rippling of tiny wavelets like a new Adam and Eve given the keys to a mechanized Eden.

It was not just a single swirl: it stretched for a mile or more, tiny wavelets breaking on it, with a long band of dark brown just beneath the water.

A great sheet of water, supplied continuously by the pumps, was rolling in tiny wavelets, and escaping now to starboard, now to larboard through the scupper-holes.

Jamie came up behind me, tiny wavelets marking his passage through the water.

After one deep and final kiss, he pulled back a space so he could gaze at her hair as it spread in the tiny wavelets rippling in.

I looked in wonder at the huge expanse of it, its surface calm except for tiny wavelets, the water crystal clear, each ripple refracting light into spectrum colors.

Splashing into the tiny wavelets, he climbed onto the seaplane.

It was sort of restful, tiny wavelets lapping against the smooth skin above his eyes.