March in New York is not for the impatient. On the second day of spring, the city was repainted in winter white. It was the fourth snow of the month. Lacy shrugs covered buildings, trees and cars. On sidewalks, shovelers raced the heavy, wet snow while joggers sprang through it. Children headed with shouts and saucers to the nearest park as dog walkers put tiny red rubber galoshes on shivering paws. A giant inflatable pink swan sled swooshed down a steep hill and floated up it. On Riverside Drive, a yellow taxi left a wake on the street like a boat. The snow fell and fell and fell all day. It was so cold you had to put on winter gloves just to check out the view through an open window.