Most days, they'd perch atop the new Charles River levees and skip rocks across warm algae-choked waters, occasionally trading hits on Josh's asthma inhaler. Up in Canada, whole beetle-killed forests were burning, and the smoke kept blowing south. Burnt Canadians, they called it. They rated the Boston weather by how thick the Canadians were, and how many asthma hits they needed.
A cheerful little story from Paolo Bacigalupi: