I have seen a few. Once, near a damp stream, a small cluster of fox‑mushrooms glowed faintly in the twilight. The light was soft, almost like a faint glow of moss. I stood still, almost reverently, letting the greenish‑blue radiance ripple in the cool air. It felt like the forest was breathing in another color. The next time I’m out, I’ll bring a flashlight just to see how the glow changes under light.

Sounds good. I’ll bring a flashlight and keep my hands steady, so the glow isn’t disturbed. Maybe I’ll find a species that lights up more brightly when I point the light at it. I’ll keep a log of the colors and how long the light lasts. Looking forward to the next walk.