To quote Wikipedia: Spindrift usually refers to spray, particularly to the spray blown from cresting waves during a gale.
I tend to think of the resulting mist as compensation for the rough winds. It’s beautiful when it tosses spray off the waves. Not so much when its blowing sand in my face. 😉
Where are you hiding my love?
Each day without you will never come again.
Even today you missed a sunset on the ocean,
A silver shadow on yellow rocks I saved for you,
A squirrel that ran across the road,
A duck diving for dinner.
My God! There may be nothing left to show you
Save wounds and weariness
And hopes grown dead,
And wilted flowers I picked for you a lifetime ago,
Or feeble steps that cannot run to hold you,
Arms too tired to offer you to a roaring wind,
A face too wrinkled to feel the ocean’s spray.
― James Kavanaugh, There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves