In summer, this huge beast sleeps most of the time, only occasionally waking up and showing its bad temper. Probably even he understands how fleeting this beautiful warm moment is here, and therefore tries not to disturb harmony and peace. Incomparably meek giant, compared to what he is in the fall.
But still, sometimes, he wants to stretch his giant body, spread his shoulders wide, feel his strength and remind others about it. And then a storm begins at sea ... dangerous, but fraught with something sublime, causing awe.
It's really like waking up in a bad mood. The waves, which were steadily rumbling a moment ago, begin to gain strength, their backs rise higher, and the voice becomes louder.
And like the eye color of some people in anger, the color of the waves begins to change. With soothing turquoise going into dark tones. Displacing sunlight from its space, which illusorily gave these waters a shade of peaceful azure. The sea returns to its true form, raising deep dark waters to the surface.
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The sea is attacking the land more and more fiercely and more. As if he remembered that once at the dawn of time, this land belonged to him, was completely in his power, hidden at depth from the eyes of others and accessible only to those who remained faithful to life in the water.
Salt water is trying to penetrate further and further into the land, carrying back to the sea only a meager prey bit by bit. Everything that could be taken on this shore has long been taken away. That is why the coastline here is so bare and does not offer resistance. The enemy is too strong for beautiful and high cliffs like fjords to remain here.
But occasionally you can still meet guards who have not surrendered. Worthy fighters who challenge the angry giant. No longer so stately and tall, but still resisting, trying not to let the cold, ice and salt go further.
They don't have a chance, their fate is sealed. In the flow of our lives, these rocks look eternal, but their life will end very soon. And the sea will return what belonged to him. They will again be buried under the water column, become part of the seabed. And maybe then, for a moment, the furious beast will calm down, having received its prey. The sea knows no mercy. It knows no other authority than its own.
And I'm just a fleeting spectator of this eternal and lost battle. Not taking sides, not thinking about anything but capturing the moment. Forgetting about other humans against the background of grandiosity, forgetting that I'm a human myself, and my century is just a moment for giants in the frame.
