A still Highveld afternoon settles over the thornveld, where sparse acacia shade offers quiet reprieve beneath a wide blue sky. The late-morning chorus of *Birds 1-a* lingers in the heat shimmer, mingling with the dry rustle of *Wind 2-b* threading through the grass. Overhead, *Tree Wind 2-a* lifts and releases the calls of *Birds 2-b*, creating a gentle ebb that mirrors the rhythm of steady breathing. This is the hush that gathers at the edges of motion, where thought slows and the body remembe