The carpet of green grass rolled down through the rows of vines and down to the bottom of the paddock. Joseph ambled down the gentle slope to the fence line then began a gentle stroll back up to the homestead. The smell of ripening fruit hit his nose as he hit the top of the hill. He came to the homestead gate where a curtain of grapes on wild grapevines covered the homestead fence line. He picked a bunch before meandering to the front porch and sitting down on a large swinging chair. There were days where the quiet invaded his senses, brought him peace and a sense of belonging. Today was one of those days and as he plucked a cluster and greedily popped them into his mouth he felt the calm of the valley wash over him.