Crescendo

Completed G

Summary: She stared at the photograph hung on the wall as she stood alone in their room. Her hand still hung mid-air over the visual of her husband, caressing the faint-flowing breeze that flew in through the large window to her left. The wind weaved through her out-stretched fingers; the hazy, stunted salt-trails became visible as the moisture evaporated. She probably had forgotten the source of the dampness on her hand.