Time goes faster with Papa in town

Papa, maternal grandfather, was in town last week. It was the weirdest thing. I swear there is a time warp in Connecticut. Maybe it's Park Avenue when we cross from Bridgeport into Fairfield.

Twice a day we would go on short walks. We would leave the house. I would scream for ten minutes. I would blink and when I opened my eyes we'd be almost at home. The peculiar part was that 120 minutes elapsed in the space of 15 minutes. It's almost like I slept through the walk, but in reality the day just got four hours shorter.