Quiet settles over the small streams feeding Mbale's rice terraces on a warm summer night, the air still with the day's lingering heat. A soft nearby frog croak rises above the gentle rush of the stream, layered with distant frog choruses and the faint trill of evening crickets. Every sound is slow and muted, wrapping around you like a woven blanket as you drift into a nap, no sharp noises to break the calm. The faint hum of night insects adds just enough subtle texture to keep the silence from