Tea with honey works wonders for that. Either that, or a salt water gargle.
Okay, random, but right now I feel fascinated with pinwheels, at least the imagery of them. They remind me of when I was a child and got them from my grandmother, and I'd sit down and blow on them with fascination over the shiny colors. The shiny colors seemed to connect with me somehow, the multiple colors captivating the imagination.
Perhaps the pinwheel represents my inner child, with my mind spinning with endless questions about the world around me.
“Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings -- always darker, emptier and simpler.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche