A hard cold snap sets over Mount Wayte and Waushakum Pond starts talking — that low boom of new ice — while every driveway on the hill turns to glass. Stone Creations plows Framingham through that weather, blade to the pavement, banks pushed back far enough that the next storm has somewhere to go. Walks get shoveled to the width of a real step rather than a footprint, and salt goes down wherever the grade demands it. There is pride in one dark driveway on a white street at daybreak. It is a small thing to look at and it is the whole job.