Two in the morning, and it has been coming down for two hours over the lake country east of Jackson — Michigan Center, the little roads that bend around the water, mailboxes going soft at the edges. This is the hour Wolverine Sealcoating LLC is out. Plow down, headlights full of white, one drive opened after another before anybody in the house has had to think about it. Walks cleared to the door, entries treated so the afternoon melt doesn't come back as glass at dawn. There is a particular satisfaction in a driveway scraped to the pavement while every window is still dark: morning simply arrives, and the storm is somebody else's story.