Oath
I take a name, and give you one I had. You show a hand, and say a word of grace. Enlightenment—the end, and then a start.
EXT. LAUREL CREEK CONSERVATION AREA CAMPSITE
October 1997
Sounds of the world of the fleeing moon.
CATHERINE
I now know the difference between sunset and sunrise. Hope. That was all we ever needed.
GALE
(Not a shred of sarcasm.)
Looks like your confidence is back.
CATHERINE
No more doubts. Everything is clear as day.
I know that I will never forget her tears under the light of the moon. But for two minutes, I put the thought aside and watch the sunrise with the engineer. After a restless night, the rays stung my eyes.