With an apparently complete lack of irony, the online weather report said it would be 62 degrees today, with a chance of snow. Except for the parts that weren’t, that was totally true. The sun is out, blossoms are emerging from bud ends without the angry, fool-me-once cynicism of our December spring, the Mauerpark is again filled with people drinking beer from bottles and watching the sunset. The park even smells like grilled sausages. That’s the way it’s supposed to be.