With each message about corona cancellations, a flower of relief blooms in my chest. It is a relief to be liberated from the anxiety of vigilance that travel now requires, even while the anxiety of falling sick or making others sick remains.

But it is also the relief of an unexpected luxury—of time, feeling plush as velvet filling both (well-washed) hands, instead of like sand running through your fingers. As the coronavirus compels us to confront many truths about our economies, our public health system, our community sentiments and social attitudes, it may also lead us to reconsider our relationship with time, which is symbolic of our relationship with all of those things.