Our street rumbles when the fleet comes out. At its helm is a great machine that most resembles the spice harvesters from Dune. This beast hoovers up the vast snow banks and spits them from a towering spout, into the waiting maw of an open semi. Behind this unlikely pair of vehicles, like the Sorcerer’s Apprentice in reverse, is a long procession of additional empty semis. Each is waiting to take the place of the truck before it, as it fills with snow, and peels off to some massive snow dump outside of the city.
