a field. a field of flowers awaits me when i reach the end of the rainbow. that’s it. no leprechauns, no pot of gold, no unicorns.

“Great.” i murmur.

a breeze blows my short hair into my eyes as i look around, hoping for something more.

“Look up…” something whispers into my ear.

i whip my head around, looking for the source.

nothing.

“Look up…” the breeze repeats.

i look into the sky and the clouds clear for a second and the sun shines through.

then i feel it. a soft blanket of calm. it starts at the top of my head and trails down to my toes.

“This… this is what it is. the pot of gold isn’t real, it’s a feeling.” i say into the breeze.

the breeze stops and the clouds cover the sun again, but the calmness doesn’t leave.

this is the end of the rainbow. this is why i came. to find a pot of gold, and came out with something better