A soft tide rolls over the shore as distant temple bells breathe low, their bass humming beneath a veil of light rain. Harmonic overtones rise like mist, punctuated by a gentle strike of a singing bowl. The garden wind chime adds a delicate shimmer, while a deep drone anchors the moment in quiet contemplation. Together they guide the breath into a meditative rhythm, matching the storm‑laden morning. Umlambo othambile uqhuba phansi kwezinkanyezi zasekampi, zikhala ngokulula phansi kwemvula encane