Point of View and People Watching Me by Lani Longshore

When the car passed in the dark street, my first thought was, “What sort of story will that driver tell about us later today?” My husband, son, and I trundled through the dark and cold, way-before-dawn, to view the eclipse of the Blue Blood Moon. Our neighborhood is filled with street lights, but within a few blocks is an empty field that fronts the runway of the municipal airport. I expected to see others like us, willing to sacrifice sleep for a chance to see an astronomical event that last occurred over 150 years ago. I never considered that some people might be going to work, their morning routine, nor did I think of how they would react to pedestrians along their usually empty roads. With my point of view split from experiencing events above me to observing someone else watching me, I realized I was making a mental hall of mirrors. I was imagining the story a  driver was making up about me, and asking whether the observer wondered what sort of story I was fashioning about her.

The cold in my bones and beauty of the moon stopped me from exploring how far I could expand my hall of mirrors. I remember the sensation, however, and plan to add it to a future writing project. If I can push the point of view out far enough, perhaps I can reach the moon that pulled me from my warm bed.

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