Weather does not creep into Englewood; it arrives. An upslope storm comes down off the plains from the northeast while the Front Range still stands clear and rose-colored to the west, and by four in the morning the town at five thousand three hundred feet is under a quiet gray weight. Thunderbird Design keeps those hours, plowing driveways and lots, cutting walks down to bare concrete, laying ice control before the afternoon melt refreezes at dusk. The satisfaction is in the geometry: square shoulders on a shoveled path, a driveway apron opened all the way to the street, the first car out at six rolling onto dry ground. Snow work for Englewood and the streets around it, finished while the rest of the block is still dark.