The morning after a big one, Rockford turns blue and blinding — snow on every roofline, the Rock River steaming, the air sharp enough to sting. U.R.B. Brothers Landscaping spends that morning putting the piles where they belong: plowing drives and parking areas, shoveling walks and steps down to the concrete, and laying salt on the stretches that stay slick long after noon. Storms here rarely come alone, and a second round often arrives before the first one is finished, so the job is seldom a single pass. It is work with a visible result — an open lot, a doorway you can reach in ordinary shoes, an evening when nobody has to think about it. The city keeps moving, and that is the idea.