noon
The bees hummed slumberously around him , sailing from flower to flower , and the hot air , laden with the scents of the soil , seemed to penetrate his body at every pore , infusing a sense of vitality into him which pulsed through all his veins . Austin always said that high noon was the supreme moment of the day . To some folks the most beautiful time was dawn , to others sunset , but at noon Nature was like a flower at its full , a flower in the very zenith of its strength and glory . He had always loved the noon . `` The world seems literally palpitating with life , '' he thought , as he rested his arm on the rim of the time-worn fountain . `` I 'm sure it 's conscious , in some way or other . How it must enjoy itself !