In the early morning light, Corona, her knees bent, rises up, as she stands up on the grass. She lifts her leg as the sky changes to pink and crosses her arms over head.
Against a screen, she dances while a compass is behind her.
At night, a cart on a roller coast turns at the loop. A ferris wheel’s center resembles a teal flower as it turns. A fortune teller offers her cards at a booth.
In silhouette, she dances as the rays of the sun sear through the screen. Circles and squares in a kalidoscope rotate on the screen.
During the day, she dances on the sidewalk as people go to work.
Against a black screen, she blows a kiss.
She puts her hands on her forehead as she passes an office building.
In silhouette, the orange and blues fill her body as she dances against a violet background. The lights glimmer over her body as she continue to dance. The directions of the compass break into several lines on her body.
During the day, she moves her arms upwards as she walks by some palm trees.
Silver lightning flashes over body as she continues to dance in silhouette.
She continues dance at the amusement park and by the palm trees. A man hits the clown nose with the dart, winning the game. The fortune teller examines her cards. She stares at her hands in the morning light.
The conservative day runs by a strict schedule. Up at 8 a.m., walk to work and stay in the office all day, leaving only for lunch around noon or 1 pm, maybe later if a meeting ran late. Then, clock out at 5 pm and return home.
The night has no limits. The lights are bright and unrelenting, the streets are packed with motorcycles and cars. People stop traffic as they cross the street. As she walks in the amusement parks, people’s shrill screams pierce her ear, drowning out the music blaring from the speakers.
Corona is most alive at night. People can become someone else. A fortune teller promises a new beginning. A quiet man throws his weight into the throw while playing a game and wins every one. At midnight, the park closes for the night. She sits in the field, waiting for the sunrise. It renews her to see another day. She returns home and falls asleep to the rustling wind and steady hum of the traffic.
Director: N/A Year: 1993
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