Out here the roads run straight to the horizon, and after a night of snow they are one long white line with mailboxes for punctuation. Adriel's Snow Removal starts on that line early: driveways opened from the road to the door, farm lanes broken wide enough for a pickup and a trailer, walks cleared and treated where boots come and go. Wind is the real work on this ground, since a lane opened at five can close by eight, so the second trip is part of the plan rather than an apology. Banks are pushed back instead of piled high, because next week's storm needs somewhere to go too. When the sun finally comes up over all that white, the way out is already there.