>>1834628I grew up by the sea. I had this little bay close to my home and it was usually empty. Sometimes there were some fishermen going up to put some nets and occasional strollers and swimmers in the summer, but nine out of ten times I was there all alone. Beautiful sunsets and the best dawn I've ever seen, breaking up on the rocky arm of coastline, set between two waters and with magnificent colors all around. It wasn't in true wilderness sure, it wasn't possibly the most beautiful beach, but for me it matters, it was my refuge, my own private piece of heaven. I developed a great love for sea there in my early childhood. In summer I liked it the best, with the short nights of Northern Europe it never truly went dark and I might as well be the only person on the earth at those times, this is how remote it felt. In winter the sea would freeze over if it was cold enough and I could walk so far out that I could not see the coast. If sufficient attention wouldn't be given, it is entirely possible to get lost in this white hell; imagine dunes not of sand, but ice, some strange ice walls and white plain with grey sky as far as your eye can see. With strong winds I observed that the ice particles would move like dust and it seemed that there were rivers of ice flowing over the frozen surface. I miss it.
Picture related, not exactly my coast, but something similar. Mine had less stones and was surrounded by more of a meadow before breaking off into forest. Plus there were islands maybe 100 meters off into the sea, separated by the coastline by a band of shallow, sea weed infested water that would glow eerily dark green with tinges of brown when the sun was hard. The islands would break off with a strip of land mostly overgrown with reeds. It's hard to describe the geography of it without a picture and what I see before my couldn't fit into any photograph.
