For the most part, I crave silence. I love quietness, and I enjoy going somewhere remote where the loudest sound is the beating of my heart and the breath moving in and out of my lungs.
But there are sounds that I like. Wind whispering through pine trees. Red-wing blackbirds in cattails. The warning horn of a distant train. The cry of an eagle. Riffles in a river. The crescendo of lovemaking, followed by the softening breath of post-coital embrace. Crickets and frogs calling for a mate. Meadowlarks. A babbling brook.