Why does it feel like somebody's watching me?
Sit in a public space, a bench at a park, your child’s soccer practice (where I am currently, hello!), and observe people. Then write a few short sentences describing what you see: an elderly couple watching birds with a pair of broken binoculars and a grocery bag filled with trail trash. Focus on the small details, hands, feet, eyes, shoelaces. Sure, people have hair, but what did it look like? Is it a frothy pile of curls or frail silver whisps? What about faces? Are they doughy, the texture of oatmeal, pinched, tanned like leather, fresh like the rising sun, the color of condensed milk, almond skins, concrete, a fallen leaf?
Write your observations!