Pale, sun-bleached light spills through the gnarled, wide branches of a savanna baobab grove near Takoradi, the air thick with the slow, warm hush of a late morning that moves at the pace of a deep, relaxed exhale. The soft, breathy rush of Tree Wind 2-a through the canopy sits front and center, carrying the faint, dry rustle of sun-baked savanna leaves (leaf-walk-Wind-b) that adds a soft, undercurrent of melancholy to the calm. A low, steady Deep Wind-a hums through the taller acacia stands in