In the mountains of South Africa, Leona Lewis surveys the lifeless area. No animals. No tourists. The overcast indigo sky forewarns of a dangerous storm. She walks on the path, smoke rising behind her.
In the forest, she lifts the ends of her gown. In the distance, she sees a pure white light and a silhouette version of herself running. As she touches the bark of a tree, a copper haze hangs over her. The ground starts to shake.
Mid-afternoon, the sun peers through the limbs of the tree. Lewis raises her hands over her head.
At midnight, the following evening, she stands at the cliff and closes her eyes.
Leona Lewis lets go of her fears at the cliff. In order to escape, she must jump. She has to believe she is capable. Last night, as wandered in the mystical forest, she watched a version of herself run, loose and peaceful. It was an old version of herself from about ten years ago: the one who saw a future and possibilities for herself. Options were everywhere.
A couple of failures shook her confidence and she stayed close on the path, cautious what it may beyond it. Although she craned her neck to see as much as she could, she couldn’t cross into the field. Something could bite her foot. She could get a rash. Someone could attack her.
However, one wrong turn caused her to become lost. She had no choice but to enter the field to find her way back. With an impending storm, she knows she has to make her choice or be left there forever. Taking the steps towards the cliff was a tough decision. She slept in the forest, waiting for another answer. But there was none.
At the cliff, she closes her eyes, thinking of where she would like to land. She could drop into New York City or a village in China. She puts her foot forward, dreaming the way down.
Director: Jake Nava Year: 2008
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