So I’m spending my evening in a pair of shorts and a vest, ray bans on, staring out of my bedroom and listening to Elliott Smith.

I want Kopparberg.

I want to find some sleeping pills to chill out with.

I want to just capture bliss in a single shot and have it on replay.

No more worries. Just sunset, cider, Elliott Smith and calm.

But like most things we want, we can’t have.