Others might question reality when catching glimpses of shadows out of the corner of their eyes; but not you. That being, those ageless angels looming throughout time and ether who exist to sip the sweet final essences of life away from lighted faces before opening eternities golden gates. Guardians and keepers of secrets, deniers and fortifiers of all that has gone down now, then and forever. Shadowy myths in vogueish corners of every conceivable space human life finds breath in. Capturing receptacles of the visages we called our lives; created from both the lived and yet unborn. Fortifying the circle of life here there and everywhere that can neither be broken denied or reinvented by the likes of those who think fate is not in the hands of flesh but in the eyes of the preplanner. If you listen closely you can hear their sighs and a-ha’s ever so slightly lamented amidst final shoo shoos of last breaths. Or maybe even see it for yourself in the crackling thundering bolting lighting emanating into a cloudless sky on a day not one drop of rain fell. Their work carried out thousands of times a day beneath the cover in every place imaginable; from beneath the ground in a coal mine cave to on the dashboard of a Lexus that did not see the stop sign. From the cubicle beside you that you nonchalantly just handed a piece of what you thought was important paper. Ageless angels are everywhere. Never judging. Never mitigating or holding back when called upon. Just waiting for that second when life is lost and eternity found. Split second handoffs from here to there. Only once witnessing it back again.  No one goes alone. No one suffers finality. Be still the final breath of our ageless angel.