...he hit the window...

He brought his fist back and hit the window. The glass shattered. It did not fly, but stayed where the window had been, but transformed from a single pane into millions of tiny particles. The glass fell.

This all happened in a fraction of a second, and yet time seemed to have slowed to a crawl as the glass fell. It fell as a waterfall does, the dust on the windowlege puffed up like vapor does for a waterfall. It was beautiful.

Clear to white. One to many. The glass shattered. Falling. Forever. That moment in time.