Winter reaches Oswego from the west, off open farm ground, with nothing between the fields and Ogden Avenue to slow it down. Sybert Group, Inc. keeps the hours nobody watches. Plow lights swinging across a lot at four in the morning. Salt going down on walks that were solid white an hour ago, cleared now to bare pavement with the edges cut square. By the time the first cars turn in off Route 34, the storm has already become somebody else's memory, which is exactly the intent: an ordinary morning, handed back to the town intact.