Snow last night, not much at all, just a light frosting. This morning in the backyards, fences outlined, steps dusted, tiny bits of snow on ivy leaves. Very bucolic. In the street, snow on the railings, the cobblestones, the windshields and rear windows of parked cars. And very early this morning -- or late last night -- someone went car-to-car, drawing, alternately, giant boobs or dicks on the rear windows. Boob-dick-boob-dick, all the way up the street. Like every car is suddenly gendered, staring with lust at the one ahead. I love New York.