wonderland

Date: 2/13/2020

I was staying in a lengthy, one-story cabin with my friends in Sedona. For some reason we weren’t allowed to go outside, but I spent a lot of time looking out the window. I noticed how, interspersed with the tall pines, stood gigantic white mushrooms. They contrasted the dusty red of the cliffs above us. When I brought up this oddity to my brother he gave me a puzzled look. “Mushrooms are trees,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.