An OmenIt is so hot I went cycling. The wind helped. On the way back I thought of the brilliance of diamonds as I passed shining brocken bits of glass that were catching my eye on the road. So I wished to find a real diamond on the ground shining at me. On the last leg up an incline, at the curb, a powerful sparkel cought my eye. Went back and picked up a mangled earing with a !/4 karat diamond, set in white gold. Totally mangled, but the stone is intact and without a scratch. My diamond Tester tells me it is a diamond. It is symbolic in my case, because of Arctic Star. We shall see more diamonds.