One day, Jean-Christian Riff noticed two boys playing a mysterious game below his window. He took out his camera. This was the beginning of a film that, without the camera ever leaving its unique position behind the window, gradually expanded the sphere of perception and emotion to the dimensions of the world. Space made this cosmological miracle possible: a bus stop, a quayside bordering a river, but also the filmmaker's apartment where the intimate daily life rustles: a multiple scene where time, seasons, and beings of all ages and conditions pass by. This film is the last by its author, who died just after finishing editing. It is life itself, converted into poetry.