after the rain

In the excitement of picking giant quantities of blueberries and blackberries, my glasses fell out of my pocket. My green and brown glasses that blend in perfectly with the grasses and dried stems of the fields I tramped through.

We looked, we found nothing, and as I trudged home, eyes down cast, I saw a small white ball on the ground. And another. And another. A grassy schoolyard after the rain, full of Agaricus campestris.

And you know what? It actually made me feel better. Of course I still need new glasses.