The warm stillness of a Port Moresby evening settles over the water as the frog chorus wraps around you like a living blanket. The intimate croak of a nearby frog pulls your awareness inward, slowing each breath to match the rhythm of the tide. Beneath it all, the ocean breathes in long, patient swells that carry the day's weight out to sea. This is the soundscape for surrendering to rest when the humid night asks nothing of you but to be held.