Old and new. Together. That’s something to see. The solid stone of the past with the new flowers of the spring. Beautiful symphony. He always wonders about that. Why do people run from who they are? He hides from his past, to a degree, sure. But he has never changed himself simply because of a new geography. Maybe he values the past too much? Maybe that stone building shouldn’t have the high esteem that it does? But he knows this: the past is something to learn from, even if it’s something to run from.