The camera accompanies a piece of wood with which the waves are toying, at the beach. People are walking along, by the seaside. The older people stop, look at the waves, then walk away. Nobody goes past now. All that remains is the sea and the waves breaking on the beach. Indistinct shapes on a beach in winter. A group of dogs. A love story. Ducks noisily cross the frame in one direction, then the other. A pond. Nighttime. Frogs. A chorus of sounds. Then, the storm. And finally, dawn.