a marker post. just like i feel that the last few weeks have been marker weeks. marking the days until there was true spring in the air. brooklyn has slogged through so much winter and then cold early-spring that it felt that it would never ever come. but now, daffodils are peaking out and our flowering cherry looks like it will finally burst … and with each pink and white burst my sad lumpy sodden spirits will rise to the promise of spring. and i said i didn’t like pink. pink for cancer…not so much. pink for the promise of spring? turns out, context is everything!