Prompt from http://onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com/ : He appreciated the brokenness of it, even if he didn't appreciate its beauty.

It was once a part of a beautiful piece of machinery. Pristine and clear, without a scratch on it. When it was first driven there were no dents or cracks. It gleamed in the summer sun as I drove slowly and carefully. It withstood many winters, when an impatient driver would use the it’s washer fluid to defrost its iced covering. 

Then it was only taken for granted. It had traveled through a great deal and made it through the Rockies. The vehicle to which it belonged almost didn’t make it out alive. As the engine made terrible noises, the glass was being assaulted by tiny fragments of mountain. A crack was formed about the size of a chip. Within a day or two it grew to be a foot long scar. 

Now the fracture spans the entirety of the width of the windshield, without hindering the view. I think the damage is glorious. It’s a reminder and a story.