This is the deepest luxury of all: In the crowded, noisy schedule of the school year, Calvin’s fantasies are interruptions. In the long, slow expanse of summer, his fantasies are the schedule. When Calvin and Hobbes push a wagon to the top of a hill, they are not just playing; they are astronauts launching a space shuttle. When they lie in the grass watching clouds, they are not relaxing; they are conducting a scholarly debate on the existential horror of being a "puffy, lumpy blob."
It seems you are referring to The Luxury of Calvin and Summer , a phrase that evokes the nostalgic, slow-moving, and deeply sensory world of —the iconic comic strip by Bill Watterson. While the phrase might be a poetic misphrasing (combining “lustery,” an archaic word for gloomy or stormy weather, with “luxury”), it beautifully captures the essence of the strip’s most beloved season: Summer . lustery calvin and summer
Consider the quintessential Calvin summer morning: He wakes up not to an alarm, but to the sun burning through his window. He has no plan. He eats a bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs in his underwear. He drags Hobbes outside. For the next twelve hours, he might build a transmogrifier out of a cardboard box, try to dig a hole to Australia, or attempt to charge a baseball card for a wagon ride down a treacherous hill. This is the deepest luxury of all: In