North of Chillicothe the wind crosses open ground with nothing to slow it, and by morning the drifts have rewritten every driveway in the township. Mow'n and Snow'n runs against that — plowing drives, shoveling walks, spreading salt where ice sets up hard along the step and the apron. Most of the work happens at hours the rest of town sleeps through. A drive cleared curb to garage door, the edges cut square, the path to the mailbox opened wide enough for two boots side by side. Come daylight the only evidence anyone was ever there is that you can get out.