The 4th of July is fast approaching and there is a sense of rising anticipation as thousands more are on their way. Standing still and breathing in deeply from the diaphragm. A resonant, vibrating sound begins in the chest, rises up the throat, passes freely between the lips, mingles with thousands of other oms and echoes above the forest in the cool, twilight air. The drumming starts up again as darkness settles over camp. The trails are now packed with people, many still carrying backpacks they've just arrived with.
Someone bleats out.
The current of people keeps on flowing down the trails. Others follow rumors of tasty pastries and hot musical jams. The drumbeats quicken from every direction. A waxing half-moon appears overhead. The night rushes along like a mountain stream.