Snow was falling, creating small mounds on the grass. He didn’t move, even when the snow started to freeze his pale skin. He stared up at the dark night sky, never moving away. Tears rolled down from his eyes and he started to sing softly.  

  Time is something you can’t hold, can’t change and can’t see.   Unless of course, you’re a Guardian of Time, born and raised, trained to oversee and take care of everything that time touches. And that is everything.