Tiny, but not safe

Everyday we try to take a long walk through a nearby wooded park near us.  It's filled with trees and birds and people walk their dogs and children play.  But every day we manage to pick up a few pieces of broken glass to take out with us.  I don't know where they come from, but I thought our little stash from today would be appropriate for tiny Tuesday.

"I try to think of things to say but nothing comes, and if something did come I probably couldn't say it. This is my great obstacle, the biggest of all the boulders littering my path. In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, it all collapses.”
― Isaac Marion