Shutter

I wonder often about presence. We feel much more than we see.

The way you hover over my shoulder. Guardian angel legions, looming; undisguised demons, lurking. A physical sensation tempered by something invisible. No matter what I am doing. Suddenly, you are near. Checking in on me. And I'd like to know, what that looks like viewed from the side.

So many moments pass us by...

That's what it's like.

Death.

In a photograph-- not taken.