Forward and backward at the same time.

So I travel this path again. It leads me to the light emitting from a lamp inside a tunnel. Where my home town is. I see these same faces, grown older. The same buildings, grown taller. The same weeds, grown heavier. I see my old house and my old swing set. I watch the new children play without any of the worries they will once face. I see the spring settling in, with the cherry blossoms signs reading "almost ready." I see old love, bearing new fruit. I see old friends, waving and calling. Smiling and frowning. I see change, whether it be good or bad. I hear music, a song that fits the situation almost perfectly. I can smell the abundance of nature, and the absence of something important.

This path has been traveled many times now, but the setting has changed. Time is something we no longer have to fight or embrace, but just acknowledge. Scratch it's back, and maybe life won't be so rough. Its time for this new seed to bloom, exactly where its parents grew. New and yet the same. Safe, risk free, but still managing to be calm and content.