The Season is a world apart, a daily routine of a different temporality. While the majority of people count the days - before the next weekend, before the holidays, before retirement, seasonal workers countdown to the beginning and the end of the seasons.
They are present when the good weather begins, for the first snows, at the falling of the leaves and when the snow melts. They witness the birth and death of a community, as the rest of the world continues on its way.
They never really belong where they are, but they aren’t strangers either. They adopt a territory and immerse themselves in it.