There is a pink hour on snow-covered prairie right at sundown, when the drifts go rose along their crests and the cold begins to bite in earnest. Snow Removal of Papillion is out in it, finishing driveways and sidewalks before the day's small melt hardens into a sheet. Grit and salt go at the steps, the mailbox turnout and any slope a car has to hold. Piles are set clear of the sightlines at the road, because pulling out blind is a hazard of its own. Steady clearing, done again as soon as the next system tracks through.