am recalling now how during that last spring {forever} we walked together at full moon, overcome by the soft dazed air of the city, the quiet ablutions of water and moonlight that polished it like a great casket. An aerial lunacy among the deserted trees of the dark squares, and the long dusty roads reaching away from midnight to midnight, bluer than oxygen.
In this excerpt, the narrator fondly reflects on a memorable spring night spent walking with someone during a full moon. The city seems to be enveloped in a gentle, dreamlike atmosphere created by water and moonlight, making it feel like a polished, precious container. The scene captures a sense of tranquility and enchantment, with the quiet city and luminous night creating a peaceful, almost magical setting.
The description continues with vivid imagery of an almost surreal landscape, where deserted trees and dark squares evoke a sense of whimsical darkness. The long, dusty roads stretching endlessly from midnight to midnight are described as being "bluer than oxygen," emphasizing their surreal, otherworldly quality. This passage conveys a moment of serene beauty and shared intimacy amid a quiet, mysterious night.
