Although it was October, the sun scorched the earth and the heat suffocated any trace of an autumn breeze. Along the sidewalk she saw a mushroom sticking up among the grass and leaves. An eyesore, worse than a weed, its dingy white screaming its foreignness. Her foot lifted, poised to rid the lawn of this unwanted blight. But it mid-swing, she stopped it. What to her was an unwanted blemish on the landscape could have been shelter from the blistering sun for a tiny ant or a flightless gnat. So she left the mushroom there untouched, a beautiful oasis created by nature.
