A whirling dancing girl turns alone in a dusty pool; wind pulls and feeds a tower of flame; bodies of water surround and rock a small raft upon which two people stand; the forest throbs. The hypnotic sound is a combination of spoken narrative and an internal hum of memory; the story line flows from screen to screen with the fluidity of water. One senses a wealth of metaphors, an internal dreams-cape and a tender analysis of another time.