a season of leisure and self-absorption
I’ve noticed of late that people have started referring to ‘seasons’ of life, which I guess is thought to be a more graceful way to say ‘time’ or ‘phase’. ‘Season’ evokes a wafting breeze, a falling leaf, a chirping bird. Gentle, inexorable passing of time. Hence, if you find yourself on holiday kneeling backwards on the passenger seat of a car, trying …