What do you dream about?

The earlier comment about freedom was a good one, I thought into a similar direction: It looks as if the white sea foam tranforms into little bright birds flying away. They are freed to go wherever they desire. In a way smiliar to that scene in the Last Unicorn where all the unicorns were released from the sea in the end, such a beautiful ending to that story.

Moreover, I see power in these waves - the vast sea rushes to the shore, breaking the waves. Yet, they relentlessly return again and again, and thus mould the shape of the land over time.

Beautiful picture