There was a beautiful mushroom - Eng/Esp

One day I went to the park to clear my head for a while. Nothing special, I just needed some fresh air and some silence. There was plenty of shade, the grass was tall in some corners, and I could smell that typical smell of damp earth that my city has after a few days of rain.

As I was wandering aimlessly, I saw a log half-hidden in the undergrowth. I got closer and there it was: a mushroom growing all by itself on the wood, quite beautiful, actually. It wasn't entirely unusual, but it caught my attention how it had grown like that, on a dead log and far from large plants.

I noticed that there were also many very small mosquitoes perched on the mushroom. I couldn't say what they were doing there, whether they were feeding or breeding, but the mushroom had definitely gathered them there.

I stared at it for a while, and it was like a small reminder that life always has these simple moments, those details that go unnoticed. Nothing spectacular (apparently), but it made my day and gave me some lovely photos.

Un día fui al parque a despejarme un rato. Nada especial, solo necesitaba aire fresco y un poco de silencio. Había bastante sombra, la grama estaba alta en algunos rincones, y se sentía ese típico olor a tierra húmeda que tiene mi ciudad después de unos días de lluvia.

Mientras caminaba sin rumbo, vi un tronco medio escondido entre la maleza. Me acerqué y ahí estaba: un hongo creciendo solito en la madera, bastante bonito en realidad. No era totalmente raro, pero me llamó la atención cómo había crecido así, sobre un tronco sin vida y lejos de grandes plantas.

Noté que también habían muchos mosquitos muy pequeños posados sobre el hongo, no podría decir qué hacían ahí, si se alimentaban o se reproducían, pero definitivamente ese hongo los había reunido allí.

Me quedé un rato mirándolo, y fue como un pequeño recordatorio de que la vida siempre guarda estos momentos sencillos, esos detalles que pasan desapercibidos. Nada espectacular (aparentemente), pero me hizo el día y me regaló unas lindas fotos.

I returned to the park two weeks later, and out of curiosity, I passed by the same spot. I wanted to see if the mushroom was still there. When I arrived, I realized everything felt different. The grass was pretty cut. The log was still in the same place, but the mushroom… it was gone. There was barely a trace, like a trace that it had once been there.