Images arrive in the gap between sleep and waking, whole and shimmering, and most mornings you let them dissolve before coffee. Jupiter and Neptune meet at a sextile in your chart, so a roomy faith and a dreaming, image-soaked mind lean toward each other across a low sill, ready to feed one another. The inspiration is genuine and it is also easy to waste. It asks for quiet and a little guiltless drift, the kind you keep telling yourself is lazy. Give the dream a place to land, a notebook, a canvas, a hummed melody. What you make from that drifting tends to move people more than your careful work ever does. Catch the next one before it fades.
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