noon
There were no divisions of time in my great peace ; past , present , and future were alike all merged . How can I explain that ? It seems so impossible , having once seen it , that it should be otherwise . The day did not broaden to the noon , nor fade to evening . There was no night there . More than that . In the other life , the dark low-hung days , one seemed to have lived so little , and always to have been making arrangements to live ; so much time spent in plans and schemes , in alterations and regrets .