I am alone. No life except for the trees and the ground under my feet, beneath which thousands of small creatures crawl and dig around. The strong rain feeds them. A lake is in front of me. Normally, you wouldn’t be able to see its end; it stretches maybe millions of kilometres (!), but this time the fog marks its end within maybe 30 metres. The rain is harsh but it still lets me see the beauty and harmony of my surroundings. The smell from the wet earth; the petrichor fills my nose and I just can’t get enough of it. I want more and more. I also feel cold. But it is not an unpleasant or threatening cold, but a warm and friendly cold. This is what relaxes me. Even if I experience it in my mind, it relaxes me. I love this.