I live on a quiet leafy street, and I can hear a flock of sulphur crested cockatoos on the lawn outside, and at night, I can hear the coughing of ring tailed possums in the Pin Oaks. But most of all, I can hear myself think.
Where I am now, I can hear the rain teeming and streaming from the gutters, branches against the window panes, the intermittent sound of car tyres on a wet road and the footfalls of a small child running around upstairs. It's peaceful and homey and makes me feel happy to be inside. :-)