Walking down the old path

Being "home" is weird. I took a trip down my old path, - the one I used to walk every day to primary school. Things sure have changed. Houses had been painted with a different colour and the big, beautiful tree housing bird families for decades had been cut down. Parts of the road had been asphalted, the highway moved to go straight through a field of barley. The old school had been leveled with the ground and all that was left was the shed for bikes. The new school had grown a lot, and the facade looked nothing like it used to do. The fishermen were however fishing as they always have been. It's a good thing that some things stay the same.