When the wind comes across the open ground west of town with snow in it, Thornton disappears by degrees — first the fence lines, then the curbs, then the driveway somebody shoveled at nine o'clock. Moore Life LLC works those nights, plowing drives and lots, opening walkways, spreading salt so the refreeze at dawn has nothing to grab hold of. Some storms take one push; some take three, spaced out through the dark. The measure of the job is simple: a car backs out at six in the morning without hesitating. Getting there takes headlights, a blade, and a willingness to be awake while the rest of the village is not.