There are four dawns to a day. The first is barely noticeable, giving itself away only as it lightens a black night sky. The second solidifies structure and form, as darkness is peeled away to reveal horizons and shapes. The third breathes color, not the vibrant kind, but shy, quiet hues; playful, like a tease. The fourth is bold, decisive, and sudden; it paints with broad strokes, of light and heat.
And a new day is born.