I feel at peace.

Peace is not silence. Kitchens at six in the morning are full of noise — the dishwasher finishing its cycle, a car door somewhere, the fridge kicking on — and they are the most peaceful rooms in the house.

What is absent is not sound. It is the requirement to respond to any of it.

That is more available than it looks. Much of the day's clamour is loud only because you have appointed yourself the one who must answer it. Put one thing down for ten minutes and see how fast quiet arrives without anything getting quieter.