The Courier
Wednesday, 29 November 2023

When people can’t see the forest for the phone screen

June 13 2016 - 9:00am

A soggy Sunday morning. Low-lying mist shrouding the road. Mist blanketing the water I can usually see up ahead. I hope it's still there in a while when I get to the beach, so that everything is reduced to different shades of silvery gray. For now, though, I'm off to the park with the dog in the middle of the back seat. I can see her when I glance in the rear-view mirror, her nose sniffing the damp.