The Clouds Poured Out Their Wet Burden

What began as a gentle sprinkle soon flooded my mind with possibilities. I let my bare feet take me up the twist of cold iron stairs to the top of my lighthouse. There, I stepped out onto the terrace and curled my fingers around the railing.

I leaned out over the edge of the world and gazed across the dark sea. The wild winds met my skin and I breathed in the salt-licked air. Chill bumps raised on my arms and legs, but I was not cold. It was the anticipation of the storm I knew was nearing my life. I was on the brink of what would change me forever.

I was ready.

A great gust howled against the stone walls of the lighthouse and the door banged closed behind me. My hair swept around my face and I closed my eyes. My hands left the railing as the metal melted away. I opened my eyes just before my feet felt nothingness beneath them.

I leapt clear.

And soared out over the open waters.