The Meaning of Om

Last night, the wind started out calm and so the course was short. It picked up and dropped off every now and then, and made for a very fun race. We did not finish last! At the end we started up the harbor channel under sail, listening to the water lap around us. We actually could have gotten into the dock much sooner, but we were taking our time. It was so still and clear near the horizon, we could even see the Chesapeake Bay Bridge (from Herrington Harbor, that is very rare). One of the crew had mentioned how some of her friends talk about their need for the "speed of an engine." That's good for them, but I'd rather hear the sound of the universe existing. Have you heard it?