The next day, he took her directly to the racetrack. The small town they were staying in lay before the vast, blue sea, with rolling mountains behind. The racetrack was situated halfway up the mountain, covering an expansive area.
Equestrian enthusiasts could ride along the beach for a slow stroll, gallop freely through the forests, or stand quietly halfway up the mountain, taking in the expansive view of the vast purple fields below.
It was the peak season for lavender in July, and the entire mountain was covered in vibrant purple, stretching endlessly into the distance. The deep blue sky in the distance created an illusion of a dreamlike world.
Some say the scent of lavender is like a half-dream, half-awake state in life: faint to the extreme, yet deeply engraved in the heart.
