I prefer fresh air

I prefer unmasking politicians whose duty is only to themselves

I prefer rain now and again

I prefer fewer shops

I prefer cycling to work to stepping into my home office and not being able to step out of it in my head

I prefer boredom

I prefer watching the woodpecker hang upside down pecking at a birdball in the pear tree

I prefer deer in my street and red squirrels on my garden bench

I prefer a big thick newspaper to 24-hour rolling news online

I prefer seeing the cards on the table, however bad they are, to hearing only the half of it

I prefer tomato soup with rice

I prefer shouting my views in street protests to quietly standing by

I prefer talking in Polish, asking Jak tam? and Co slychac?

I prefer singing in other languages, languages I don’t know, connecting with people I don’t know

I sometimes prefer my non-biological family

I prefer voting, after women before me battled to give me the vote

I prefer breaking the gender rules

I prefer getting lost in the woods to getting lost online

I prefer sweeping on Sundays to weeping in church

I prefer living near water, walking barefoot in a forest stream

I prefer staying alive