365 day 30...Our busy backyard

I grew up with a cornfield in my backyard on a dead end road with 6 houses on it in a town with a population of 500 people. In other words, not much traffic went past our house. I do remember on cool, quiet summer nights when the windows were open you could hear the interstate that was a couple of miles across the cornfield and I always found the sound relaxing and wondered where everyone could be going so late at night. My backyard is different now. Instead of a sound in the distance, the interstate backs right up to our backyard. It's loud, less relaxing (especially the sirens) and I don't care where everyone is going anymore, but amazingly enough...it's a sound I have trouble sleeping without now.