A February thaw around here is a trap. Water runs all afternoon across the big lots on the working edge of Lemont, and by nine that night it is a sheet nobody notices until they are standing on it. Premier Snow and Ice Control works that turn, plowing what falls and then treating what melts and comes back harder after dark. Drive aisles, loading approaches, the stretch of walk people cross between car door and front door, each one read for slope and shade before the sky does a thing. The best nights end without a single story attached to them, which is exactly the point.