At first, to be alive is all you need. The sweet bitterness of coffee, the hand with the umbrella, the blanket’s warmth as you step from the wing of the plane afloat on icy water onto the deck of the rescue boat. Even the air’s sharp sting on the skin of your checks is welcome. But soon you begin to miss your laptop, your keys, the numbers stored in your phone. This is the daily wonder, to take life for granted each time it’s restored to you.