A migrant worker meets a botanist who opens his eyes to a world of microscopic beauty in Bas Devos’ Brussels-set mood piece.

Alone at dusk in his Brussels apartment, Stefan, a gentle Romanian construction worker, speaks a few words as if to try them on for size. “This is my home,” he says, unconvinced and unconvincing. In Stefan Gota’s subdued and graceful performance, the character’s forlorn ache is unspecified and fully felt. There are sleepless nights, long walks, bowls of homemade soup and heartfelt conversations, rich in silence, with people he knows and others he’s just met. And there’s the visual conversation that frames Stefan’s story, the interplay of windblown greenery and the sharp angles of urban high-rises.

Working in the 4:3 format, Devos and cinematographer Grimm Vandekerckhove trace Stefan’s wanderings and encounters, and the tender spark that ignites between him and a Chinese-Belgian doctoral student whose focus is mosses, in scenes that have a carefully composed stillness and yet are brimming with life.

Stefan hints that he might stay in Romania longer — as in, for good — and the next few days of leave-taking blossom into a serpentine ramble through his adopted city. There’s also a sense of taking stock, of tying up loose ends, beginning with the need to empty his refrigerator. Stefan makes a beautiful soup from the vegetables he forages there and divvies it up into containers for friends. The first of these he brings to hotel employee Cedric (Cedric Luvuezo), who heats the potion for them to share, talking about fatherhood and listening to Stefan’s news that a childhood friend is in prison.

That hometown development is of particular interest to Stefan’s older sister Anca (Alina Constantin), a nurse, who hears it over mugs of the veggie concoction when Stefan visits during her nightshift. Her concern for her single, insomniac brother is sincere, and at moments doesn’t quite skirt condescension. Their humor-tinged exchange perfectly encapsulates how much can go unspoken in sibling bonds, as well as what can be missing.

As he traverses the city in his fashion-agnostic shorts, there’s a sharp goad of hopefulness to Stefan’s interactions and his solitude. At a community garden he asks about the mysterious seeds that have somehow landed in his jacket pocket, easily connecting with the woman he meets there. And on a rainy evening at a small Chinese restaurant run by ShuHuan (ShuHuan Wang), he eagerly engages in small talk with the owner’s niece ShuXiu (Liyo Gong, superb in her curiosity and introspection).

When their paths cross again, Stefan is on the long walk to the mechanic’s shop where his car is being readied for the drive to Romania, and ShuXiu is busy collecting and studying moss specimens. Her fieldwork entrances him. He’s drawn into a world of unsung beauty, easy to miss unless you’re looking for it.

In the microscopic patterns ShuXiu offers Stefan, and in the way these two almost-strangers are enveloped by a parkland’s rich green understory, Vandekerckhove’s camerawork is keenly attuned to the story’s synchronous planes, all of them in full, unannounced blossom throughout the film. Nature and science. Spirit and emotion. Mechanics and magic. The delicate tones of Brecht Ameel’s music and Boris Debackere’s sound design complete the quotidian-cosmic universe.

By the end of Here, Stefan has dug up something enchanted on one of his midnight perambulations and, even more memorable, shared an al fresco lunch (his soup the main course) and a conversation about mortality with the Romanian mechanics working on his car.