The Skyway hums overhead all night long, a sound Kearny sleeps through, and under it the streets fill with snow one silent inch at a time. Happy road services works those hours — plow down, headlights on the white, one property and then the next in a loop that ends only when the sky finally quits. Driveways get opened wide enough to turn in, walks get cut to the pavement, and salt goes down on the aprons where a car has to stop before it meets the road. A town wedged between highway and marsh takes its wind hard, which means drifting is part of the assignment and coming back is part of the promise. Sunrise is the payoff: black pavement, clean lines, and a whole street able to leave on time.