Shawn Taylor's POV:
The car slowly rolled down the empty road. It is following the upward curve to the hill that overlooked most of the northern part of Vegas. The moon is still looming in the sky. Its brightness has started to flicker. It is going to be dawn soon. The environment is already stirring up. I feel the closest to nature in this place.
My Grandpa lives in a hill mansion surrounded by rich greenery. He is a farm boy who had spent a major part of his childhood and early teenage in the countryside. He still loves planting trees, taking care of shrubs, and watching the flowers bloom to life. The immigration might have brought him out to the city and his fate has introduced him to the limelight but the countryside and farms are still there in his DNA.
The property is marvelous
