Another dead end halts you. You can taste the sour defeat. In a bind to find the perfect solution, your brain is thirsty for ideas with an obstacle of a complete creative drought. As you plea for the day to feel over, the warm air becomes harder to breathe and you reach out for anything-ANYTHING-for support. Alas! A cold can stuffed with creative necessities. The tab hisses with a sound promising zen. With each sip, your body feels the cool liquid extinguishing the fires awoken within you. Suddenly, today feels possible. Relax. Relief. Regenerate.