All the coasts on our planet are both similar and different at the same time. Sandy, rocky, with pebbles, clean, dirty, wild, tourist and many other adjectives. I have been to different ones, and it seems to me that each of them, in addition to visible physical differences, has its own character. Like a person's character, formed under the influence of the environment.
At whatever time of the year you find yourself on a similar beach with a character, he will be unchanged in his disposition. I spent most of my time on the northern beaches, if you can call them that. And believe me, as soon as your foot steps on these shores, you feel their individuality.
The White Sea coast, like everything here, looks at first glance restrained and very detached in relation to the guests. Once here, even in summer, you will not feel the inner desire to dive into these waters with a run. This is not a place for fun and relaxation, in the classic beach sense.
This coast is a natural extension of the environment, practically has not changed its original appearance under the influence of people. Abundance is alien to him. The north does not allow anything superfluous, only what should be. That's why in the first moments you feel a pressing feeling of loneliness and loss. There are no animals, no people, no buildings and boats.
Monotonous landscape towards the sea. When you remember that the waters of this sea are born in the land of eternal ice of the North Pole, even more deprived of the gifts of nature, the feeling of the edge of the world pierces you even deeper. Like people in the north, this beach is cold, stingy with emotions, harsh and gloomy.
But you just need to take the first step to meet him and get to know a little closer. Like people, he will reveal to you his real appearance, which will be completely different. With those small, imperceptible at first glance individual character traits that create a personality.
It is all strewn with driftwood of different sizes. The sea carries the trunks of dead trees here, carefully laying them on a pillow of sand. Twisting the bark into bizarre shapes, creates patterns and leaves signs understandable only for itself. This pattern changes constantly with every tide. It turns out that a talented artist is hidden in these gloomy northern waters.
Getting to know him a little better, you continue to peer into the depths of his soul, and find a piece of beauty.
Polar flowers hiding behind a boulder or a sandy embankment from the merciless wind. The lack of bright colors is compensated by the very fact of their presence here, which makes them the most beautiful flowers in the area.
Passing a little further you find a little more colors in this monotony. Some strange berries washed ashore by the surf. It's as if the sea itself is trying to decorate the coast a little, giving it warmth and saturation. Like a flirtatious girl wearing bright hairpins on her golden curls. Playful little minx…
He feels that has found a sympathetic viewer, a new friend who was not afraid to spend some time with him, and was not frightened by his harshness. Gray leaden clouds disperse and this deserted shore gives you a sunny smile at parting.
