noon
Not so refined and suggestive and luxurious as when it was clothed with the coat of ripe corn in the ear , it still showed the fibre of its being to no disadvantage . And overhead the joy of the prairie grew apace . September saw the vast prairie spaces around Askatoon shorn and shrivelled of its glory of ripened grain , but with a new life come into the air-sweet , stinging , vibrant life , which had the suggestion of nature recreating her vitality , inflaming herself with Edenic strength , a battery charging itself , to charge the world in turn with force and energy . Morning gave pure elation , as though all created being must strive ; noon was the pulse of existence at the top of its activity ; evening was glamorous ; and all the lower sky was spread with those colours which Titian stole from the joyous horizon that filled his eyes . There was in that evening light , somehow , just a touch of pensiveness -- the triste delicacy of heliotrope , harbinger of the Indian summer soon to come , when the air would make all sensitive souls turn to the past and forget that to-morrow was all in all . Sensitive souls , however , are not so many as to crowd each other unduly in this world , and they were not more numerous in Askatoon than elsewhere . Not everybody was taking joy of sunrises and losing himself in the delicate contentment of the sunset .