As the days pass, the rose set up in the room on the second day blooms. There were two buds and now they are opening.

Let me be clear, though the situation for a few of the remaining displaced tenants remains a crisis, family and neighbors are safe for today thanks to the Red Cross. 

Look around you right now and you will see an incredible list of things to be grateful over.

On left is what used to be a refrigerator

Outside hotel the second night. Everything takes on a strange cast, like being outside time.

 Everything can be approached with dignity, style, and panache. And why not? Does disaster survival have to prevent us from our lovely human expression, our creative response to an unpredictable often calamitous world?