If there is one word to describe Falmouth Maine it would be “quiet.” Actually that probably doesn’t even really do my home town justice. Still, motionless, undisturbed, silent; that gives you a better idea of what night is like. In the middle of the night I would look out the window like I was starring at a picture and the only sound in the sky was the howl of the wind or the crashing of waves against the rocks. In the silent darkness of night is when an imagination can truly run wild. Without anything to perceive the mind looks inward down hallways of the cerebral cortex you didn’t even know existed.