When you threw back that lemon, Rasheed, they didn't catch it. I picked it up off the ground, washed it, cut half of it into slices, squeezed every drop of juice out of the other half, mixed it with honey and purified water, added a few ice cubes and a slice to the glass, and now I'm handing it back to you for a refreshing sip. The words you write represent you here, there, and everywhere. I'm happy to cross pixels, and share a cold beverage with you here on medium during this very hot, chaotic summer!