To all the questions pondered looking at the moon, one must add, "What does the moon see looking back?"

From Alfred’s journal

Clear cold last night, and the moon came up over the Hendersons' roof so bright the fence posts threw shadows. I sat on the gutter a long while and did what everyone does, which is ask it things. For years I thought that was the whole of the exercise, a mirror held up at a distance, the moon being useful mainly because it says nothing back. Then a light went on in the upstairs window across the street and a woman stood there looking out, and I thought, she is being looked at too, by me, and she has no idea. To all the questions pondered looking at the moon, one must add, what does the moon see looking back. A yard of frost, a fence, two sleepers, a bird on a gutter with his feathers up; I do not know what to make of a view with me in it.