There’s almost no one here.
Is it loneliness or is it space?
Off-season typically refers to a time when things are quiet. There is time to restore that which needs attention. There are fewer demands upon your attention. Relative silence.
May I be so bold as to say that off-season is a time to simply be?
It is not a mistake that I find myself in an idyllic Italian town with a handful of people. Few distractions. A couple of restaurants open. Mostly, there is air and sea and sun and wind and day after tomorrow, probably some rain.
Few opportunities to posture or prove. The biggest energy demand comes when a local assumes that I speak any Italian at all, outside of knowing grazi, prego & vongole.
There’s not very much to do. Simply a whole lot to be.
This Universe you carry around inside of you is greater than anything on the outside.
Even when you’re in Italy.