This is the time of year you wait for. As fall melts into winter you start to check the ice. A thin sheet has frozen over the top of the pond. Not ready. Soon the ice has thickened. Almost there. One day you go out and the entire pond is glistening, a smooth sheet of glass, beckoning you. You're cold, numbed fingers lace up your skates. And off you go. As you crisscross over the frozen sheet of ice, the once perfect surface echoes the movements of your skates as you spin and glide effortlessly, each movement a work of art. "Frozen in Time" is the perfect rendition.