In the rain, Faith Hill, wearing a navy blue dress, walks up to the door and puts both hands on the glass.
From inside, she watches herself walk away barefoot as the snow falls in the forest. She sees a young man proposing to her at 25 years old.
Holding a red rose petal, Hill gets up and opens the door inside. As she steps on the floor, color enters room. Two little girls sit up on the carpet. Outside, a second young man paces by the columns.
In the bathroom, the two little girls splash one another with the water from the bathtub. At 25 years old, she sits up in the bathtub. The young man leaves her in the foyer. She takes off her necklace and drops it on the floor.
Hill, wearing a navy blue dress, picks up the necklace.
The two little girls run in the house. A white blanket turns into several doves. A young man puts his head in his heads. Upstairs, in the dry-rotted bedroom, the little girls watch Hill sing from a pool of water on the floor.
In the forest, the two little girls run to the car. Hill, leaning on the trunk, transforms into a white-painted car. She walks inside and puts her hands on the steering wheel and rests her head.
Faith Hill informs her supervisor she has to leave. Her supervisor tells her to get better. She pulls out of the parking and drives. She isn’t sure where she wants to. However, she doesn’t want to go home. A long drive usually helps to clear her head.
She can’t think of when she saw her best friend. Five years ago? Six? She missed her. Other than a phone call twice a year, they didn’t talk much anymore. Her best friend said they needed to hang out. However, the dates usually pushed back, leading into the next year.
At work, a few people invited her to go out. They spoke out about their spouses and children. It was not her life. It was supposed to be. However, she and her boyfriend had broken off their engagement. Over the years, she had met some men she liked. But it often was a couple of dates or some conversation. She could let anyone in again. It was difficult, knowing they would be temporary. She needed a guarantee.
Her car dings, alerting her needs gas. She pulls into a gas station and heads back home.
Director: Mark Lipscombe Year: 2002