The clipper storms cross the prairie at three in the morning, dry and fast, and Farnsworth Avenue disappears under a moving skin of white. All Times Snow Removal, Inc runs toward that hour rather than away from it, plowing driveways and lots, opening walks, spreading salt where the ice wants to set up. Aurora does not wait for daylight, and a drive cleared by five is the entire point of the night. There is a rhythm to the route: push, back-drag, square the corners, move on. By the time the city wakes, the work reads as if the snow simply chose to fall somewhere else.