Somewhere over the horizon. At least we know what's at the foot of a rainbow, even though that has never been proven to my satisfaction.
Every first month of a new year, I read prognosticators' reports for world events, local and weather events as well as predictions for each and every zodiac sign.
When that new year grows old and another takes up the mantle, I'm stunned by the things that actually happened. I've forgotten what the reports offered. I've forgotten what I once resolved to make of the now finished year.
Maybe that's how somebody left that crock at the foot of the rainbow...she/he forgot to retrieve it.
I'll know more about the horizon by seeing it afterward. I understand that even if I could see what was there, I wouldn't believe it.
There's no doubt, though, that I'm in favor of a horizon that holds peace, prosperity and compassion for this big ball of wonder.
Writers Island Prompt: Over the Horizon