After the rains are gone, 3 things that fill my senses with mourning joy:
The lone geranium peeking its head to catch a new sun;
the splash of marigolds,
the ripple of impatience bursting with colors in purple, pink and white.
Ahhhh, mourning joy!
And that's the way it is, 20 miles north from where the World Trade Center use to be.