The spot where your life moves with least drag runs out ahead toward the peak of your career, already waiting on the far side. Your Part of Fortune, the point your chart figures from the Ascendant, the Sun, and the Moon by its sect and never a body in the sky, shares one settled climate with the meridian, the visible heading your work climbs toward. Where you breathe easy and where you show up before everyone travel the same channel. This promises no steady happiness, only that ease tends to pool where you step into your vocation: the ground comes a little leveled in advance, a current walking beside the work with nothing forced. The single care is not to take so smooth a fit for granted.