Three in the morning, the Connetquot is black glass and Sunrise Highway belongs entirely to the plows. SAYVILLE OAKDALE SNOW PLOWING runs its routes through those hours — clearing driveways, lots and walkways, then salting so the melt does not turn to ice by dawn. Storms out here arrive dense and stubborn, the kind that bends a shovel handle before it bends the snow. There is a rough pleasure in watching pavement come back, one pass at a time. By breakfast the drives are open and nobody has to think about them.