The storms that really bury Brighton do not come down off the mountains — they wheel in from the northeast, upslope, and lay snow sideways for a day and a half. Colorado Landscape Enterprises works those, plowing driveways and lots, pushing back the berm a road grader leaves across the apron, spreading melt where the sun will never reach. Between passes the wind can rebuild a drift in twenty minutes, so much of the job is simply coming back. The last pass of a long storm is the good one: pavement bare, piles squared off in the corners, nothing left to argue with. Then the sky clears the way it always does here, hard and blue, and the town carries on.