In early spring, late March threw a curveball. A wintry blast, a foot high of snow, coated New York City with pristine whiteness. In the early morning, a combination of sleet and snow faced undaunted New Yorkers who travelled on Broadway in the Upper West Side. Colors on many were vibrant as they passed me by. A toddler in a stroller reached out in unparalleled joy to touch the flakes. Now spring can make its inevitable march.