noon of June
Her arms were bare to the elbows ; her gray silk waist open at the throat . She stretched out her arms , and the sunlight , cut by the high elm boughs , fell upon her like a robe , woven of shimmerings . She seemed to want her full portion of vitality from the great upbuilding day . `` It 's strong medicine -- this high noon of June , '' she said . `` One feels like unfolding as flowers do . '' And then came over him -- over all his senses -- something flower-like in scent , yet having to do with no particular flower . It dilated his nostrils , but more than that , all his senses awoke to the strange charm of it ... .