This is, I tell myself, the Summer of exposure.

Exposure burns.

The days are becoming brief; the sun already slipping off at odd angles. There’s a cold secret in the morning air, and clouds breaking their soft bodies over the mountain.

I go to see the eye doctor and he is so thin, I wonder, what it is he wants to see. “Any questions?” he asks, and I look up and see that everyone around me is wearing glasses. “What do…