A real cold snap in Ogden smells like woodsmoke and sounds like nothing at all — snow squeaking underfoot, a truck two roads over, the lake wind finally still. Rochester Firewood is out on those nights and on the loud ones too, plowing driveways, clearing walks and putting salt where the cold has glazed things over. Winter work is honest in a way few things are: either the driveway is open or it is not, and the answer is visible from the kitchen window. There is deep satisfaction in the shape of a finished drive — banks squared off, the apron pushed all the way back to the road. That is what gets done here, storm after storm, until the thaw.