The hour worth waiting for is the one after — blue light across the fields, the small falls that gave this town its name running under a skin of ice, and a driveway already down to blacktop while the neighbors are still asleep. Werner Snow Removal builds its nights around that morning: plowing out to the street, cutting walkways wide enough for two, clearing the corners a blade cannot reach, then salting the shaded spots that stay slick past noon. Tinton Falls is a town of long cul-de-sacs and driveways that bend around the trees, so a route gets learned house by house. Nothing dramatic is ever said about it; the car backs out, the bus makes the turn, the day proceeds. That plain, unremarkable morning is the whole reason for the work.