John noticed it first.
It was all by itself, so close to the path it was surprising that one of us (John, me, Ed and Reub) hadn't trampled it: Parosola plicatilis.
A perfectly formed, nearly transparent little mushroom containing a tablespoon or so of last night's rainwater.
Its life span is maybe 18 hours, tops.
After a few hours it begins to curl towards the sun.
Then briefly it turns in on itself like a flower closing for the night.
But it isn't just the night; it's the end.
The sun shines brightly.
By dusk few will notice this small thing, or know what a perfectly beautiful life it lived. Perhaps it is enough that just you and I have witnessed it.