midday
I spent the hours up here or at the window of our little sitting-room ; using my eyes all the time , to take in and feast upon what was before them . Only when papa would go out with me , I left my post ; to take up the survey from some new point of view . I had a great deal to think of , those days ; a certain crisis in my life had come , or was coming ; I was facing it and getting ready for it ; and thinking and looking seemed to help and stimulate each other . It was wonderful to watch the lights change on Jerusalem ; from the first sunbeam that came over the hills of Moab and touched the city , to the full glare of the midday , and then the sunset colours on land and rock and building , transforming the dull greys and whites with a flush of rosy beauty and purple splendour . The tints that hovered then upon the red hills of Moab were never to be forgotten . I watched it , this change of light and shade and colour , from day to day . I learned to know Jerusalem and her surrounding hills and her enclosing valleys ; and the barrier wall of Moab became a familiar line to me .