The days were brief and attenuated and the season appeared to be fixed - neither summer nor winter, spring nor fall. A thermal haze of inexpressible sweetness, though bearing tiny bits of grit or mica, had eased into the Valley from the industrial region to the north and there were nights when the sun set at the western horizon as if it were sinking through a porous red mass, and there were days when a hard-glaring moon like bone remained fixed in a single position, prominent in the sky. {"Family"}
The narrative describes a season caught in a state of limbo, lacking the distinctive qualities of summer, winter, spring, or fall. The days feel both short and elongated, creating an atmosphere that is both sweet and unsettling, marked by a haze from the nearby industrial area. This blend of beauty and grit reflects a sense of unease, transforming the landscape into something otherworldly.
Additionally, the imagery of the sun and moon...