Birthday Snow

One bright morning before even snow machines don't work and gloves won't matter, they drive north looking for the real deal cold and clean After three hours searching, La spots a dirty patch shoveled back in the shadowed corner of an empty parking lot. She wanted to see snow for her birthday, having been born in -- growing in -- waiting in -- Florida eight years, two years of that shoveled in by the virus. As snow machines in China grind away at their Olympian work for nothing La grins and eats a bare handful of the exquisite cold dirt and all