The school buses in Ontario start rolling before the sun does, and a storm that quits at five leaves exactly two hours to make a street usable. National Snow Removal spends them plowing driveways, shoveling walks and squaring the corners so a property is ready before the first headlights come down the road. There is a rhythm to it, drop, push, back-drag the apron, and by February it has turned into something close to muscle memory. The part done in the dark is the part that counts, so that nobody's morning has to include a shovel. Then the sky lightens over the flat fields and the whole town just goes to work.