Close your eyes and feel the humid Port Moresby evening wrap around you like a soft blanket. The distant chorus of frogs settles your restless mind into a single slow point of stillness, while gentle lapping waves carry the day's weight out to sea. A nearby frog's call rises and falls like a breathing companion, keeping you company in the warm dark. This is the sound of finally letting go — of setting down the long day and sinking into rest that feels like being held.