This one, special ones, tomorrow and every day.

Peace. Quiet.
Space, to live. Wind. Sky.
Things growing in the earth.
Pleasure. Languor. Clean water.
Uncompromised and abundant mental and spiritual bandwidth.
Organic celery. The sturdy cast iron and porcelain pan on my stove.
A purr. A sleep. The Work.

The opposite of what I want:
Motel rooms. Gas stations. Interstate highways. Planes.
Guided tours. All you can eat (since Sweet Tomatoes is dead).
Corporate coffee.
Corporate anything.
The Anthropocene.
Fuss. Bother. Rush. Anger. Yapping. Screeching. Barking.

I suppose there’s more on both lists, but that’s the basics and I only wanted to spend ten minutes on the question so … done.