Late winter around here plays a mean trick — forty degrees and dripping by afternoon, then twenty by nine at night, and every wet driveway apron in Wheeling turns to glass. TSI Snow plans around that swing, pushing the piles back so the meltwater has somewhere to go and salting the low spots before the refreeze sets its teeth in. In the deep-cold stretches of January the work is plainer: clear the drive, clear the walk, come back when the wind fills it in again. Flat ground, open sky, snow that blows as much as it falls. Getting a place open before the day starts is a small thing that changes the whole shape of a morning.