En Vie Blanc
The wildflowers bloomed in the verdant meadow as the young couple relaxed, enjoying the shade of the old oak tree. She reached into the small satchel and retrieved a bottle of wine, pulling the cork with a deft touch and pouring each of them a small glass. “To living in the moment,” she said with a smile, holding up the glass and gesturing toward the scenic surroundings. He held his glass up, and said, “and to you, the only thing here sweeter than this wine.” They toasted and smiled, a perfect day, a perfect wine, a perfect place.