Midnight Plow Boys

About Midnight Plow Boys

Out past the north edge of Rockville, where Muncaster Mill Road runs between open fields and the streetlights thin out, a snowstorm at midnight is genuinely dark. That is the hour Midnight Plow Boys keeps — headlights, falling flakes, the scrape of the blade, a driveway opening one pass at a time. Plowing, shoveling the walk, salting the slick spot at the bottom of the apron: all of it happens while the house sleeps. Morning comes and the drive is simply clear, as though the storm had politely gone around. That trick takes somebody up all night, and it never stops being satisfying.