Last Saturday, I left my phone in the glove box. For the first twenty minutes, I felt naked. I kept reaching for my pocket to check the time or take a photo of a cool tree. But then, something shifted. I started hearing the birds. I noticed the way the moss looked on the north side of the rocks. I wasn’t hiking for “the ‘gram”—I was just hiking. Try it once. The woods don’t need a filter to be beautiful.
