I am in the position to know noon. I told you about the window. I have told you about my bed. The position of the window and the position of my bed are in agreement this time of year when the whimsical slide of the sun crosses to humor me. I know noon no matter the season.
Noon approaches from the side.
A light warmth slowly spreads over the sheet. I feel the first trace of noon warmth on the cotton pillow fibers The morning spreads its smile all the way to noon laughter. It was so that I knew noon. This was music to me, the sweetest joy. The greatest of sounds.