RE: The Tale of the Magic Mushrooms

*This is an account of the roughly 30 minutes I spent "reading" in Hyde Park

London was not supposed to be this hot, especially not in September. Don't get me wrong, I was enjoying the warm weather, but the wardrobe I had packed for my six-month stay was appropriate for the Fall/Winter period I was expecting. The promised 89 degrees Fahrenheit high for the day had sent me and my black jumpsuit into hiding, corraled in the corner of a coffee shop off the high street where we hoped it would be cool. Despite my best efforts, the white flowers that adorned the cotton fabric still darkened to damp cream as I toiled over a project on my computer and peered at passersby through the open door. As I worked, the fingers of my left hand absentmindedly played in the puddle that formed in the wood grain of my table over the course of the day as the iced matcha at its center changed from emerald to mint green.