I love to go on cruises. Those massive vessels truly are my happy place.
Except for that last night on board before debarkation. When you’ve packed up all your stuff and left your luggage outside the stateroom.
On those nights I lie awake listening to the sound of the empty hangers clanging together in the empty closet, moving in rhythm with the swaying ship.
It seems to me such a forlorn sound.
Today my son returned to college after spring break. And when I walked by his bedroom this evening, I swore I could hear the clanging of his empty hangers from behind his closet door.
