A million little shards, each reflecting and shimmering in the afternoon sun. Like a thousand little diamonds, he reached a trembling hand to touch one. It was so quiet, peaceful, not a cloud in the sky and yet. A breeze ruffled his hair, the flowers on the hill, the trees. He held the broken piece of glass admiring the beauty of the light radiating from it for moment. A car drove by shattering the silence and he startled, hurling the glass into the ditch as a sob ripped its way from his chest. One lone cross, one lone man, a thousand glittering pieces of a life scattered across a vast expanse of pavement.