A low tide draws back just far enough to bare wet sand you have never walked, footing that was under water an hour ago. The north node is not a planet but the direction your chart grows toward, the unfamiliar pull that asks you to feel your way onto new ground. The Moon carries mood and the old need to be held, and here it leaves a gap onto that growth. Comfort meets you as you step toward the strange shore: a feeling that says this is safe enough, a quiet yes from below the ribs. Move toward where you are going and your own gut steadies the footing. It will not carry you across. You take the step. The reassurance is offered, and lean a little and it holds.