Outside we see the people the friends mingling and sharing. We peek out and around the barely open door, only a sliver of light visible. The smallest glimpse of what is behind the door. As quickly as that glimpse is made the door is shut and the light is gone.
Closed doors to hide messes, to hide piles. Watching from the windows the mingling and laughing, everyone enjoying the company of one another. I make a different choice.
I swing open the door, open doors open hearts I tell myself. I apologize for the mess, I distract with food and fun, warmth and drinks. We converse, we eat, we celebrate.
I would rather open the doors to the mess and my heart then continue to stand in the piles alone behind the closed doors.