The Moment That Never Lasts

I love when I wake up just as light is seeping onto the horizon. I pull myself out of bed and without thinking, draw myself to the window. Sometimes I'm awakened by the songs the birds sing in anticipation of the dawn.
I open my door cautiously to avoid any unnecessary noise and step out into the hall. After checking that I am the only one awake I go down the stairs one at a time, keeping a hand on each wall for balance; still, I'm not fully awake.
I hold my breath as I open the front door. The hinges creak loudly, but in relativity to the waking earth. The air is cooler and crisper than yesterday's and it feels good to breathe. The infinite sky is so incredibly clear that I can feel it open my mind.
I step out onto the east-facing porch and watch in awe as the fiery orb of sun breaks the horizon and streaks the skies with pale pink and golden light.
It doesn't feel real at all, it's all far too beautiful. Maybe it's not real. I never want to find out.
But there it is before me every so often, the moment that never lasts.