Third Street lies quiet under a fresh six inches, everything softened, nothing moving yet but the snow itself. Rifle Operations & Maintenance goes out into that quiet with plows and shovels — clearing lots, cutting walkways, and treating the ice that forms where December sun never reaches. Keeping a town moving in winter is a series of unremarkable acts done in the right order and early enough to matter. By mid-morning the streets are loud again and the work has gone invisible, which is exactly how it should read. They stay on it as long as the sky keeps up its end of things.