moving back

I have moved back to my hometown of Port Glasgow, because of reasons. I have so many conflicting emotions about it. The last time I lived here was over 30 years ago and life was all beginnings and I worry that I am back now as a last beginning: that of an ending.
I do love the countryside surrounding the town of course and today the gorse was in full bloom filling the air with its pina colada fragrance. The larks and warblers sang, a cuckoo called. Lambs bleated and scampered in their fields. The fields, then, full of their own beginnings singing, calling, bleating out to me: begin, just that. And keep on moving.