Most things happen once and never exactly the same ever again. So be there when it happens.
Be there at five in the morning – shivering beneath layers of wool, high above the clouds and out of breath, waiting for the day to break. Be there at midnight and watch the sky open up a window to the other side while galaxies splatter like ink when you’re trying to write.
Be there at the shore and paddle at the glassy pastels of the morning sea. Be there when stars fall down like tears when you cry; or when a lone plane crosses a sleepy sky.
Be there at the last dark of the night and watch the birth of the cherished sun. Stop and succumb to the heat, let your heart skip a beat. Watch the world rise just the same. What was once held untamed is now yours. So be there and give it its rightful name.