He is walking back and forth on the beach. Sometimes he is picking up shells.
At the inland of Ishigaki Island, Okinawa, Japan. An old man has his tent and live by himself in freedom.
Different from the city, in the wealty nature, he is talking with sea and walking through his quiet daily life. When a typhoon comes he can fold the tent and move. The sun rises and sets. The wave comes and returns. He is drifting and melting into the repeated cycle of nature.