Once I lived for a winter in a summer home right on the water: waves constantly pounded the seawall and shook the flimsy house.
One night I stayed late in New Haven and went to the "Things that Go Bump In The Night" film series. It was some creepy, scary movie.
I drove home around 2 am and got out of my car into the scariest night I ever experienced
I didn't know why for many very nerve-wracking seconds.
For the first and only time, the sea and air were so still, there was NO sound of surf or wind.
Dead silence.
My hair stood on end even after I figured it out.
