238. Winter Meditations - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• EXT. COURTYARD - NIGHT


• LEAH sits on a wooden bench in the small, tree-filled courtyard.


• A few bright Autumn leaves still cling to the trees.


• Snow has created a light frosting on the cobblestone floor.


• Flakes fall gently into the space.


• LEAH (VO)
• There's something about this place and this time of year that is healing.


• She stands, dancing under the flakes.


• Twirling, her feet cut through the layer of snow, her movements tracing strange symbols out of the flakes, dance translated into written word.


• LEAH (VO)
• I remember, I'm filled with memories and for a few months, they spill out, then go back to sleep. Maybe I sleep too. Everything else passes in a blur, but winter seems to stop, everything shifting into sharp relief.


• She continues dancing, fading slowly.


• LEAH (VO)
• A few months, then nothing.


• She disappears completely.


• MICHAEL and ANDREW walked out into the courtyard, warm light from outside spilling out onto the snowy cobbles.


• Michael stops short and points down.


• MICHAEL
• Hey look, something moved the snow around here. Weird...they look like strange symbols.


• ANDREW
• I always imagine that memories come here to dance in the snow.


• MICHAEL
• Ummm...


• ANDREW
• Just a childhood fantasy...but how do explain those?


• Michael shrugs.


• GRANDMA (OS)
• Boys! Come to supper.


• ANDREW
• Ah well, whatever, let's go eat.


• They walk back into the house.


• Leaves rustle and more footprints are melted into the snow, adding to the symbols, placed there by an invisible dancer.


• FADE TO BLACK.