I remember large and small temples. Some are hidden in the dry forest. It had not rained for quite some time. The wooden shape of some temples was challenging to see through branches and bushes.
Sometimes a temple would appear. A simple but elegant wooden construction. A bit out of the way from the trail of the famous ones.
Nobody was around. It was quiet and still. We left the shoes at the steps of the entrance. We walked on the polished wood. The noise of the summer also disappeared around us. A warm wind passed through the open halls.