A man returns from his wife's funeral and from the balcony notices a young woman in the house opposite. Fascinated by this image, he begins to stare intently into her life — with routine, passions and the light that does not fade in the night. What does this observation become — an unhealthy obsession, an opportunity to open the soul to new perspectives, or just an escape from loneliness and a ghostly substitute for the meaning of life?
