Black Corals

Some snails try to appreciate flowers like we do, while some mushrooms never look like mushrooms. They are named coral mushroom, though do not look exactly like a coral.

I have no knowledge about them days earlier. This is the fun of hiking, and is blogosphere. We meet each other, and call ourselves friends. The more I explore, the more surprises I get.

These black coral mushrooms “produce tubular, unbranched fruit bodies that typically grow in clusters” because they too need friends.

They stroll with upper bodies leaning forward and always have an eye on their steps.

They behave less like mushrooms.

Sweating

My mind had gone blank in an exam again. Panic. Sweated so much. 

To my relief, I woke up to find that it was just a dream.

I am still awake while hiking at Cerok Tokun. Wide awake to day-dream.

Some mushrooms have a big head, other a thin one. Is intelligence the size of a brain? Does their heart gives the brain its vision? Do they spend most of the time day-dreaming like me?

Do they have exams in their world? 

Those must be a nightmare for they are sweating in most of the time when I meet them.

It's a Small World

Hundreds of spiders are so miniature that they look like a lump of dirt. This lump starts to disintegrate when my "up-close" curiosity overwhelms. 

I think of whom to follow initially, but chasing two rabbits means catching neither. I turn to continuous high speed, focus on the big lump and hand over everything to my luck. 

It is easier when the miniature mushrooms are not rabbits.

With such a skinny body, their heads look abnormally huge, and their lucks are very much required when a small breeze comes up.

That is the side effect of extreme dieting.

And bald-headed, and the whole body shrinks under this unshrinkable head that contains a hard brain that determines to be miniature.

And small is beautiful.

Duet, Cicada and Mushroom

I follow its voices and am surprised that this cicada stays put even we are only within an arm's length. 

It is normally a low risk-taker that used to turn round and hides behind the tree trunk, or simply flies away. 

Then captured by the radar screen of my camera is a mushroom with a big brain and a long neck.

It suddenly dawns on me that both of them are on stage for a duet.

The mushroom sings songs that voices can never share. They are echoing in the well of silence.

This is Simon, that is Garfunkel.