On April 1, a unicorn in sunglasses might march past a senior center while a ukulele ensemble strums nearby. A woman in a peacock headdress might blow bubbles toward clapping seniors in tiaras.
Someone in a tutu might be twirling a hula hoop like their life depends on it. No, this is not a description of a patient experience at one of Colorado’s newly regulated psilocybin healing centers.