I haven’t seen snowdrifts like this since I was a kid, heading down to the end of the school parking lot after classes to romp in the mountains of snow created by the plows. It really came down last night.

New York is a different city in the snow. This morning, around 10 o’clock, the streets were still pristine and silent, covered in a blanket of cold. That stillness prevailed throughout the day; 12 hours later, although the snow was a little more dirty and the streets a little more clean, few souls had ventured out, abandoning the alleys of Gotham to police cars, buses and a few hardy types desperately trying to hail cabs.

What a great way to ring in the new year.