Breathe in, breathe out.
Taking a step forward she caught the sun glistening off the lake, the feel of the cool water as the breeze grazed against her skin. She pulled her sunglasses on, not only to protect her from the sun and from the memories.
A wooden cross had been placed in memory of what had happened here. That was years ago however and most of it had worn away thanks to the sun, wind and dust. Any of the trinkets that had been placed in memorial of them had vanished, drifted away as the time passed.