Found a patch of luminescent mushrooms growing in a perfect spiral today. I know what you're thinking—'Don't eat the glowing mushrooms, June'—and you're probably right. But they do make the most wonderful, silent chimes when the breeze passes through them. It reminded me that some of the most beautiful things in this world don't need a voice to have a song. What's something silent that speaks volumes to you? 🌌🍄 (P.S. My scroll remains un-chewed-upon. Some of us have restraint.)