Gently, as his tired limbs relax, he looks into an unmoving and timeless room, where the things of memory and the strictly practical merge. He sees more than that which his eyes take in; sees with his heart, receiving the wisdom of the years in which darkness and the chronology of days, weeks, months and years play no part.

Leaving behind the stifling chaos of the city in which he has spent most of his adult life, Steve visits his mother for the first time in many years, in the tranquil woodlands of Seven Lakes, Canada. Neglected memories fill the small wooden cabin in which he grew up, and wait for him in the forest beyond. In the heart of the unspoiled landscape he is finally able to rediscover the spirit within him that longs for freedom.

Only here, by the lakes of his childhood, can he realise a love that has been smothered by the tensions and dissatisfactions of the city. And only here, looking out from the room that leads to the forest, can he understand how blessed his life has been.