Existentialist in its depiction of a father and son in a daily grind to deliver ice from their mountainside home to the town down below…by skydiving.

Its breathtaking visuals and expression of characters through color are incredible. It’s simple in premise, just a father and son selling ice, but in execution, the film is spell-binding and wholesome to its core.

Hand drawn using just four colours of ink, the film's simple lines convey a great deal of movement and expression.

**Grief comes in all hues of reds and oranges.** The striking animation is enough to grasp my feeble attention - enough to distract me and hit me hard in the stomach. When we lose someone, there are things that attach that we lose too. The vibrancy. The color. However, the things that last lasts and the effect it has persists. The panning to the pile of hats is enough to tell the entire story. How the hats would be comprised of reds and yellows in the bottom, of reds yellows and oranges in the middle, and only reds and oranges at the top. **In our lives, colors come and go.** And when we fall, the foundations, the memories, and the essence that those who've left had left for us will save us in times we feel most alone.