A fourteen-year-old boy in southern Iran repeats the same daily errand: he carries a glass bowl to a neighbor’s house to have it filled with ice, then brings it back home. The exchange happens at a doorway where the neighbor’s daughter passes the ice out, her hennaed hand the only part of her he ever sees. Without dialogue, the film follows how this routine gradually turns into a quiet fixation, as the boy becomes increasingly consumed by the wish to catch a glimpse of her face.
