Nowhere To Hide

I try to keep their doors closed, their empty bedrooms out of sight, especially the one recently vacated by our youngest, Eliot. I don’t think I need to explain why. Okay, I’ll explain why. It’s my way of shutting out complicated emotions around living in this newly empty nest. Until this morning, it was kind of working. Then I emptied a biking pack for my first ride since the summer and found this stuff. Eliot’s t-shirt. His towel. A bike lock…From the last time we biked to the beach together before he left for college.