midday
`` Well , I wont catch anything , if I sit here all day , for the fish wont bite . I must move to another place . '' With that he gathered up his fishing tackle and crossed to the other side of the pond , while Hartmut threw himself on the ground again . It was one of those autumn days which during the midday hours recall thoughts of early spring . The sunshine was so golden , the air so mild , the woods so fresh and odorous . Upon the glistening little lake danced thousands of shining sparks , and the long grass whispered softly and mysteriously to itself whenever a breath of wind passed over it . Hartmut lay stretched out motionless on the grass as if listening to the secrets it told to the autumnal wind .