Found this quote in a Dick Francis mystery [Enquiry] and it articulated something for me. "The kitchen was white and brown and copper and yellow. The colors pleased me. Colors gave me the sort of mental food I imagined others got from music. I disliked too much music, loathed the type of stuff you couldn't escape in restaurants and airliners, didn't own a record player, and much preferred silence."
I love silence and solitude; and particularly in a place that is aesthetically pleasing ... light and bright, pretty colors, comfortable furnishings. My surroundings are important to me. But I often wonder if I am alone in this. The fact that an author describes me so well is enlightening. There are others out there for whom environs is key.