When it is really quiet, I just hear the ringing in my ears more. But some city sounds I like hearing, such as early in the morning when the city seems to be waking up and picking up speed. It usually happens just around the time the sun is coming up. The same thing happens in the woods, if you're far enough from town and highway not to hear those sounds. Only the sounds are different, usually of bird calls.
Farmers in particular should be more in tune with nature, you would expect. It might be presumptuous that they lead a simple life. Simple in some respects but hardly worry-free. My father grew up on a farm and kept a garden all his life. He believed in planting things "by the signs." I knew what he was talking about but he never explained it enough for me to understand. In my wife's family, they talk about planting something on Washington's birthday, but I can never remember what. Peas, maybe. All my wife grows are flowers, and you can't eat flowers. The deer can, though, and do.
I did like the video, although I must admit that I fast-forwarded it (lack of patience). I'm not much for running, not at my age and with my feet. Most of the time I'm not out for parts unknown, though. There are plenty of places I like to go because I enjoy those places so much and have never been able to go often enough to satisfy myself. On the other hand, the trail I take out my back door, which is about two miles round trip, is the same every time I go out, generally about once a week. It's never boring. There is a good view of a lake at the end where I turn around. It's challenging to stand there on a windy day and unfortunately, it's also a place where wild geese hang out. But I generally see something different every time. If I'm lucky, I'll see deer. If I'm really, really lucky, I'll see a fox. But they always see me first.
I enjoy being out in cold weather as much as nice weather and if I'm in a place like Shenandoah Park, I'll usually see as many other people in cold weather as in hot weather. So others must think the same as I do. One thing I get out of these outings, short and long, is a chance to forget, however briefly, all my troubles. Even my foot doesn't hurt that much. I don't worry about chores at home, taxes, the cars, the yard, or any of that stuff. I guess there's some escapism in it. It is pure re-creation.