The second storm of the week is always the hard one — the first snow is still piled where the plow put it, and there's nowhere left to push. Josh and Tom's Dreamscapes LLC works those nights anyway, headlights swinging across Wayne driveways at hours when the only other sound is a truck downshifting out on the boulevard. Banks get stacked back where they won't block a sightline, walks get shoveled to the door, and salt goes down on the shady apron that never sees sun in January. Michigan winters here are long and stubborn and completely uninterested in anyone's plans. Somebody has to be out in them, and these two are.