A Twist of Mystery

This excerpt from Katie's work is descriptive and mysterious, almost like a dream. The language is poetic. I almost feel as if, broken into lines, this could be a poem. I think Steinbeck would be proud of this word choice and Tolkien would celebrate it's mystery. The first line of this passage fascinates me too, for it could go so many different ways . . .

The black world began four days ago. The day was beautiful, warm but with a slight breeze from the south keeping the humidity in check. I was wandering in the forest that surrounds my house separating it from the rest of the town. I started down a slope that brought me to a ledge that attached itself to the side of the cliff. The ledge was my viewing point of the whole world. It seemed to sit up on top of every thing.I gazed out at the wilderness around me smiling out of sheer joy. I glanced back up at the mountainside looking for where my house should be and was.

I got a strange surge of comfort as I was alone, independent, and full of life. I didn’t need to be with others to feel alive, I just needed myself. Suddenly, as I stood out on the edge, the rain started to pour out of the sky like bombs. The water draped over everything it touched, making it a new world. It felt as if the rain was taking pieces off of me with each splat to my body. Even through the pain, I felt joy seep through my body, mimicking the rain.