EXT. FRONT PORCH - SUNSET

A MAN looks out at a sinking orange sky. The man blinks, slow, releases his breath. A YOUNG MAN walks up, hands full of snow equipment. 

MAN

How was it?

YOUNG MAN

Good. We have to get you out sometime.

The man shakes his head, pulls a cigarette from behind his ear.

MAN
Too old. 

YOUNG MAN
Yeah but I'm sure - 

Man shoots a sharp glare. Shakes his head again. A long drag. 

MAN (exhales)
Too old. 

BEAT

The young man rubs his chin, eyes scanning his surroundings.

 

MAN 

That used to be a real mountain. 

YOUNG MAN (softly)
It's a real mountain now, dad.

MAN
No. A real mountain has snow. A real mountain doesn't have a goddamn dome over it. 

The young man shifts his weight, hesitates. 

YOUNG MAN
You take your medicine?