A storm shows itself first as a change in the light, the whole sky going the color of a nickel by mid-afternoon. CC's Snow Removal Services watches for that, then sleeps in its boots. By two in the morning the headlights are moving down Vernon driveways, the amber strobe turning falling flakes orange, and the scrape of the blade is the only sound for a block. There is a plain, unfussy pride in a drive that stands open before anyone in the house has thought about the day. Snow pushed back, walks shoveled, the apron cut square to the road.