Write about: roots.
In a bit of a rush to write this up and get it scheduled for tonight, so I'll be replying to yesterday's comments tomorrow.
Somehow that sentence actually made sense...
This town doesn't ever seem to change, does it? Sure, the people die off to be replaced by newborns, and the odd shop closes down now and then, but the heartbeat remains the same. Steady and true.
The trees may inch higher as the years slip past, cracks might force their way into the roads and sidewalks, but the feeling of community is unending. These are good people here. That's why the kids always come back after they've been off to see the world and what is has to offer them.
They know this is where they belong. They've always known, but they had to make sure I guess. You can always count on the rest of this planet confirming it for them.
Yes sir, the roots go down real deep in this town.