The warmth and exposure of summer. The ring of the town clock signalling some time or another, quarter past probably. The soft sway of alcohol on my mind, the chatter of men and women playing bowls down the road on the green. Cars in the distance, someone sweeping or scrubbing nearer. The rhythmic whistling beat of a pigeon escaping to some new perch and the undulating twitter from various birds all singing their evening songs. The warmth of the sun returns from a brief stint behind a cloud. Dinner will be ready soon. Nothing to do, nowhere to go, totally safe in this moment. This combination with the feelings induced in my mind by fine czech beer sends me reeling backwards as I lay on the floor, covered in sun, eyes closed and with the company of my cat I am in my own personal heaven.