Joel and I, in the heat of the noonday sun, walked the entire perimeter of the lot.
Evagrius, a famous hermit, blamed the “noonday demon” for tempting monks back to urban comforts.
How long had it been since we were children of the beating heart, laughing and playing beneath the warmth of the noonday sun?
Then mayhap he lost consciousness for I heard not a sound, and the whole city lay still in the hush of the noonday sleep.
Ah, let me hope that the noonday will keep the promise of the dawn!
Every flash lit the old room like the full glare of the noonday sun.
As for having a bee in her bonnet that was beyond discussion, as clear as noonday.
Was our human Lord assailed by “the destruction that wasteth at noonday”?
Men on the earth thought it was noonday and tried to do double their daily work.
Its aspect is disquieting at noonday; what must it be at midnight?