It's snowing in Brooklyn on the first day of spring and everyone's saying that. At Ozzie's the barista suggested that we think of the snow as blossoms falling from the sky.

A woman standing on line said, "I like the snow. It's snowglobe snow."  I liked the image and for a moment saw all of us inside a plastic bubble, a big hand shaking us to and fro.

But I wasn't feeling nearly as upbeat as the woman on line at Ozzie's. The gloppy, wet snow put me in a bad mood as I stepped out of my building this morning. But she persisted. "I heard birds singing in my backyard," she said.

And then I remembered: I saw a sparrow dining on a snowflake on Third Street. Spring is coming.