The relentless sun seemed to hang just a few feet off of the dusty plains, baking the vineyards haphazardly dotting the landscape. The small grapes hid in the shade of the broad vine leaves, each leaf capturing the sun and carrying its essence to the ripening bunches. Just as the heat seemed to peak a breath of wind began gently moving the leaves. The silence broke as a small, weather-worn tractor slowly climbed the tallest hill overlooking the vines. Wiping his brow as he looked out, the winemaker smiled, everything was in balance.