I went to the forest with Trevor today and was reminded of that little red leaf I kissed last year.
Near this forest there used to be a man-made lake. Now it's an open grassy area with picnic tables and we ran around randomly in there for a while amongst the fungus. Most of the mushrooms were... I don't know... very proper looking and hard.
Sometimes Trevor tagged me, sometimes I tagged him.
He stepped on one of the softer ones, a puffball that belched clouds of brown dust-like spores.