There's no way to slow down time, to change the pace of the here and now and have this finally lush, incredibly beautiful spring linger. I know this. But winter was so long, not because time did the impossible and actually inched to a crawl, but because we did. Heavy coats, boots, hats, gloves, snow, sleet, wind, cold, inertia — they weighed us down and they slowed us down, too.Frozen. That's what we were for months…

I wish time were physical, something you could touch and see, a giant, football-field-sized collage laid out for perusing. Only instead of chronological still shots of your life there were collections of moving pictures. Pause and choose, then step into the past the way Mary Poppins whisked the Banks children out of a drab, London day into a magical, colorful park simply by stepping into a sidewalk painting.