Silas adjusted his grip on the leather-wrapped steering wheel, glancing at Esme, who sat beside him on the passenger seat, her face lit by the soft, golden afternoon light filtering through the car windows.
The landscape gradually shifted from rolling hills blanketed in lush, emerald-green grass to orderly rows of vineyards, their vines heavy with ripening grapes.
Pointing at the vineyard, Silas said proudly, "That's our vineyard."
Esme craned her neck out of the window and took in the vast expanse of the vineyard. "Wow! It's quite big. I'd like to visit there."
Silas smiled. "I'll take you there someday."
The landscape unfurled before them like a meticulously painted masterpiece. Rolling hills blanketed in lush, emerald-green grass stretched into the horizon, dotted with vibrant splashes of wildflowers swaying gently in the warm breeze.
