Winter usually reaches Trenton from the southwest, over the Pennsylvania ridges, and the first flakes find the iron trusses of the Calhoun Street Bridge while the city is still dark. Adams Brothers Roof Repair works those hours, plowing and shoveling from the first inch, cutting driveways down to bare pavement, laying salt where the walk meets the step and ice likes to hide. There is a particular satisfaction in a drive cleared before dawn, the banks squared off, the mailbox still reachable, the whole thing finished before anyone has poured coffee. Storm to storm they keep after it, reopening the plow ridge the city truck leaves across the apron and clearing walkways a second time once the wind has filled them back in. Weather here rarely commits, sliding between rain and snow all night, and that is exactly the kind of storm that wants someone awake and watching it.