Three in the morning, a north wind coming down off the Kensico ridge, and the thermometer parked on exactly the number where wet turns to ice. The Snow Patrol Snow & Ice Management stays awake for that number, running White Plains routes with plows down, walks cleared by hand, and salt spread before the glaze can set. Storm nights are long ones — push, stack, circle, return — and what drifts matters as much as what falls. The whole aim is an unremarkable morning: a lot that looks like nothing happened to it, a step that grips underfoot, a commuter who never has to think about any of it. Ice management is largely the art of being early.