The sounds: tree frogs and crickets.
The smell: the breath of a humid forest.
The sights: silhouettes of trees against the darkness, a light at the end of the tunnel.
The touch: ambient, I feel the same as things feel upon me, like I belong here.
The taste: clean, pure, no ashes from rising (again).
The experience stays with me as I return home: calm, room temperature and collected.