The crisp crunch of snow beneath your feet anchors you in a harmattan night so still it feels like the world has paused. A distant stream's gentle footsteps weave a lullaby that slows your breathing, while dry leaves whisper memories of seasons past. Together they draw your mind from the day's heat into a cool, spacious calm, inviting sleep to settle like frost on the savanna grass. You lie back, feeling the night's hush wrap around you, and drift into deep rest.