I live in Chinatown. And I work 3 blocks away, in Chinatown. Chinatown figures quite heavily into my everyday life.A few scenes, then, from the prior week…When I woke up one Wednesday, this is what I saw out my window. Chinatown provides poetry in the most mundane.I’ve walked past this display window on the Bowery at least 300 times. Why this night I chose to notice this fantastical creation – a brightly-lit-color-chameleon-giant-disco ball – beckoning a sleeping Chinatown to revelry, is a mystery to me.Snow mutes everything. February has been mercifully warm. A few hours later turned this pretty dusting into grayish slush.