world without phones

I dropped my phone into a snow bank. It was the most blustery day, my jacket is the size of two people and it was -31 C with the wind chill. If you call me, you can communicate directly with winter.
Needless to say, I have returned to a time before phones. I read books in bed, wake up to the blare of a large digital alarm clock and never know what time it is. It's amazing.
I will be happy, I am sure, to have a new phone (it's in the mail) but until then, I'm at peace. Strange phone-free peace.