It’s amazing how bright and sepia-colored a pitch black morning, a lot of snow, and a single streetlight can be. Here’s me watching from my warm second floor window down to my cold husband shoveling a path to the cars. There was a brief lull in the snow for a few moments, while he worked before it started up again. Three hours later the rest of us ventured out to school and to work, and the path was covered, the car window-less again. But we only sank in a few inches, and not many more, and we were grateful for early morning snow removal and a few good pairs of boots.