I was recently in another place at which there is winter.
Staying in a place above a local park I could look down
after a recent blizzard. Phone zombies went around in the drifts
trying to collect their imaginary animals. It had become obvious that
the prize was located in a certain exact spot by the pattern of footprints
and paths in the snow. Still I could watch people staring at their screens
in twenty below temperatures and wind, oblivious to the real world
which would take them to their goal. At least half of all who turned up left
without success, all they had to do was look at the footsteps in the snow.