The River Gambia exhales into stillness as Farafenni's last light dissolves into humid amber. Frogs-a drifts across the water in a low, warm chorus that seems to breathe with the tide. Crickets-b thread their evening through the reeds, rising and falling in rhythms as steady as the mangrove roots beneath the surface. Frog Close-a surfaces now and then from the bank — a single, intimate croak that draws the night closer to you. Together these layers form a gentle enclosure, the kind that holds yo