Today's OneWord: Gazing

She sat gazing out at the razed fields from her shattered window, the smoke of once golden huts still smoldering from the ground. She held a rosary tightly in between both hands, rubbing the beads against her palms as if attempting to heat them up like coals. Outside, the ambulances were arriving, and men in hazmat suits were bringing in shovels. The dead, burned to ashes, were to be buried deep under the earth.