On a winter night, an elderly couple browse through their photo album. They relive the key moments of their lives through the photos.
He remembers his obsession for objects, those everyday objects that seem to come to life.
She sees herself as a child, remembers his teenage days…and she is already a woman.
Their first meeting is part of the seasons.
The children’s spring.
The summer of adolescents.
The mature autumn.
And in winter we are all a bit older.
The water of the womb, the earth on which we learn to take our first steps, the air that keeps us alive, the fire of passions: the cycle of life repeats itself.
We are all different, but there are stages, seasons and elements that we will share forever in that eternal becoming which is life.
