Atop sheets at home stay in Ubud, Bali, a sarong lain across my feet to keep them cool. Do the songs I hear outside mimic the fluttering voice of the local birds, the local bugs, the local frogs? The swell of avian chorus gives way to a mirrored cluster of ringing bells. Practicing Balinese gamelan next door plays counterpoint and harmony with the opera of nightly birdsong and insect pulse. I’m lulled into sleep and and then step out of dreams with starling morningsong and a stadium of roosters announcing the next day.