The stage is blanketed in what appears, at first, to be blue carpet. In the background is the corner of a dilapidated house, the door left ajar. But the blue turns out to be sand, slipping through the actors’ fingers, and the door turns out to be a portal to somewhere else entirely.
Such is the strangeness and liminality of Meet Me at Dawn, the Scottish playwright Zinnie Harris’s meditation on grief, which debuted at Edinburgh international festival in 2017.
