And Until We Meet Again

The setting: A porch on a pavillion on the edge of the ocean. An overhead light encases the porch in a dim lit dream. An old man sits silently smoking his cigarette next to a much younger man. Both are sitting on white rocking chairs with tall bars in back, and a gentle rocker to them. For a moment or a lifetime, they stare into the dark ocean and both are encased in the serenity and timelessness of the ancient sea that has watched man bustle out and explode onto their shores. Our camera slowly pans in and a faint resemblance is obvious. Cut to a close up of the old mans face as he stares out again with a quiet smile. His deep wrinkles and loosened skin seem to give him a kind natured impression at first glance, in your next glance you notice his eyes. His striking blue eyes echo clear waters with an ever growing sense of depth to be explored. As the camera slides back we notice a dark haired young man sitting and rocking at the same pace as his elder next to him. He has light brown eyes with golden speckles and a stern brow. Dark lines under his eyes give an impression of worry. We cut to a shot of them from past the breakers, encased in the dim golden light. Cut to a profile whose focus fades from the young man to old. Now we see them both center shot and an exchange takes place between them. The audio track is all breeze and blowing hard. After they both take a long glance at each other, the old man puts his left hand on the younger's shoulder. He stands, the shot panning out to hold his figure framed perfectly as he extends and turns to look at his grandchild. The violent ocean clashed with his proud Irish soul and he walked away into the darkness and wind. His figure disappearing into the fog. We cut to the young man deep in thought and then a smile breaks his worried face open into a look of real hope. A shit-eating grin that beam, and eyes full of fire. His laugh carries on the wind clear down the shoreline and out, to the horizon.