In the still heart of a Liberian night, the deep resonance of temple bells rolls across the dark like distant thunder giving way to peace. Each low tone settles heavily in the chest, grounding scattered thoughts into the rhythm of breath and earth. A softer wind bell trembles above, its shimmer like starlight brushing through the canopy, whispering that even storms must pass. This is meditation after the rain — calm rising from the hush left behind by lightning and wind.