Red is the colour of passion, and confusion that made me thinking both of these red mushrooms are same.
I am wrong the moment I start writing. Writing gets me right when my brain is greased.
Mind drilling further red becomes the colour of love, hungry lips, and a sudden halt in the midst of heavy traffic flow. Things happen fast. Red force closes all my irrelevances and day-dreams, and drives me back to the colours of weekday.
I have to cliff-climb from the "very blue" in order to reach the top layer of a rainbow.
By then red is the colour of Sunday, and also passion.