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.