The morning air was crisp but thankfully not too cold, as Tyler held her tightly and helped her get herself dressed. There was no breeze; the morning was very calm and still. They were now walking down an old path near the one Mary had taken earlier, near an empty park. The path forks off in one direction, which takes them onto the park and into a rose garden. The other part of the route goes up a small hill, where they can look out over a lake. The morning sun was shining brightly from the cloudless sky.
Tyler veers to the path that goes up the little hill. Mary could almost see the reflection of the sun on the lake. He took her hand as they reached the top. “A view to die for," he murmured. Indeed her was right, she thought. The view was breathtaking. There was a group of geese slowly g
