On the Great Neck peninsula the snow lands wet and heavy, freighted with water it picked up crossing Little Neck Bay. EZ GREEN corp is out ahead of the town plows on Middle Neck Road, driveways opened, aprons pushed back past the curb line so they don't get sealed shut an hour later, walkways taken down to the slate. Ice melt goes where the shade lingers: the north side of a house, the low end of a sloped drive. A peninsula at five in the morning during a storm is a strange, still place, water on three sides and nothing moving but the truck. By breakfast the street is passable and Steppingstone Park has the only snow left worth looking at.