When or how can you say a piece of writing is contrived?
"Outside, Spring that year revealed its full bloom, spreading the potpourri of scents that sweetened the rolling breeze and perfumed the gusts of whistling wind blowing at sporadic intervals. The white swans, lithe and agile, must have floated on the ponds and gracefully glissaded around the pink water lilies, like light, petite ballerinas in their grand pas de deux. I lived on Tremont Street, a walking distance to the Public Garden. When I had nothing to do and had time to spare, I would spend my lazy afternoons rambling around the botanical park and would only stop when I found an umbrageous tree. I would sit on its peeking root and lean my back on its trunk or lie down under its shade until the dusky gray of five o’clock suffused the landscape. Inside the apartment, as calm and idle as the winter-ravaged tree solitary and leafless by the main entrance of the Boston Common, my body remained on the floor almost lifeless if not of my faint sighs and slow breathing."
Is it contrived? Thank you very much.