Dawn is my favorite time.
I sit on the porch and listen to traffic sounds on Cox Creek Parkway half a mile away, the distance muting them into something gentle. I number the sounds of birds starting their day. It is night cool, the intense rays of the sun still behind the horizon. The light is soft and pink and new.
It never stays.
Robert Frost says it best:
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Dawn, like everything else, is temporary.
Our clothing, jewelry, cars, houses, and jobs will not last. No matter how good, bad, beautiful, disgusting, old or new something is, it is temporary. Given enough time, even the mountains will wind up at the sea, one grain at a time.
This is the way the Designer of the universe meant for it to be, and we should not regret or question it. Every dawn should be a reminder for us to cherish the moments of the new day offered before the sundown comes.
They won't come again.
The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Psalm 19:1