Vanessa Carlton writes in her journal as she sits on the grass. A twentysomething man lies on the grass and looks over at her. She sits at the piano and plays while some couples cuddle on the grass, staring at the sky.
A couple swings on a tire, hanging on a tire while others swim in the lake. She walks by dozens of couples lying on blankets. A twentysomething woman strokes her boyfriend’s cheek. A second twentysomething man holds up a frisbee. A second twentysomething woman plays with a pinwheel. Carlton puts a strand of hair behind her ear as she passes by couple sitting on chairs.
Several couples cuddle on cars while she walks in the street. A third twentysomething woman blows a bubble with the wand. Carlton watches the sky as a an eclipse covers the sun. A few couple kiss in the darkness. All the couples stand up and look at the sky. As the sun returns, the couples and twentysomething man disappear. She continues to write in her journal.
Vanessa Carlton places her journal on the grass. By the tree, a twentysomething woman giggles as she cuddles with her boyfriend. They laugh and chase each other around. The twentysomething man bumps into her and apologizes. He places his hand on her shoulder, steadying himself. She stares into his eyes, telling him, “it’s okay.” The twentysomething woman looks at them and tells him to come on. He smiles at her and walks away.
She searches in her purse for a snack. As she bites on a piece of apple, she looks for the twentysomething man. He could’ve gone on the tram or met up with some friends on a hike. There still was still time before the eclipse. She brushes some crumbs off her lap and stretches out her legs. They may come back.
The solar eclipse had been amazing. She had taken some pictures. In her journal, she writes in some details. She wanted to remember the color of the sky, the shape of the sun, and how the world seemed to disappear. Some people get up behind her and talk while they walk to the parking lot. She checks her watch. If she left, it’d be rush hour traffic. She cranes her neck and glances at the tree. A second couple talks as they sit.
Director: Marc Klasfeld Year: 2002