There is a door at the end of a hallway you keep meaning to walk, and lately it stands cracked. The north node is not a planet but the heading your chart grows toward, the unfamiliar pull that asks you to stretch past what you already know by heart. Jupiter widens rooms and clears the path ahead, and here it leaves a gap onto that growth. Say yes to the larger version of where you are going and a little slack appears: a name passed along, a margin you did not have, a hunch that more horizon will hold your weight. None of it falls in your lap. You reach, and the door gives another inch. The opening keeps for the hands that take it up on purpose.