It is always an adventure to imagine what is beyond the horizon. In this case, it is the southern coast of maine.
When I was a youngster, I would lay on a grassy knoll overlooking our long ago maryland dairy and imagined where the sky and the earth touched on the horizon. To my surprise, traveling toward the horizon made the answer all the more confusing.
Traveling to the west coast of the united states, crossing the central plains, I could see the southern rocky mountains in new mexico. Traveling 70 mph, the mountains slowly grew taller on the horizon. I imagined what the pioneers must have seen while traveling 10 miles per day by wagon train. They must have been surprised when they finally arrived at the foot of the rocky mountains.
As an adult, it is still facinating to study the horizons. It is more exciting to enjoy the view, rather than wonder where the sky touches the earth.
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