You know when
You go on holiday and
You come home and there are mushrooms growing in
Your garden which is odd as mushrooms never usually grow when
You are there.
(Just randomly thought about this the other day when I was thinking about leaving a place and how things seem to change more when you aren’t there. It is strange sometimes you can return to a place and feel like you never whereas other times you return and are so conscious that things continued without you.)