Today I heard someone say it's better to live every day as if it were the first, rather than last—To think of the moment as if it were the first sunrise cresting the rim of the hills, the first egg you cracked on the rim of the pan before anyone else was awake; the first prayer mouthed before the first whiff of coffee, before a cloud of white phosphorus spread through the neighborhood in the wake of dumb bombs. So many firsts now in rubble—at first they were dancing in the kitchen, working on a new coloring page, or tasting a treat before being tucked, protesting, into bed.