midnight
`` The sun was resting , '' thought Brook , as he reached for the chalice of ale beside him . He took a drink and the ale soothed his soddy thirst , and his parched manner , much like the milk of a mother 's milken breast soothes a distressed babe , thus letting it sleep . But Brook could not sleep . Brook waited for the moon and he finally welcomed its cool radiance at midnight when he saw it rise over the junipers . Its silvery light reflected its beauty off the scanty layers of the farming terraces . Brook 's eyes were fixed on the view outside his window . He tried to envision himself living a thousand years ago gazing out of the same window , marvelling at the sights that may have been there .