Winter on Route 28 in West Yarmouth is a different town entirely — the motel signs dark, the sleet arriving off Nantucket Sound before anyone is awake to hear it. That is the hour Alex Fences Tree Work keeps, headlights swinging into driveways that were buried an hour ago and leaving them open to the pavement. Cape snow comes heavy and wet, salted by the water it crossed, and it wants moving early or not at all. Plowing, shoveling the walks, sanding the slick patch by the front step: a short list, held to a simple standard — you should be able to back out without thinking about it. By the time the gulls drift inland over the Sound, the lots are cut clean and the day can start on time.