The familiar corner sits at your back while something unmet faces it from clear across the room, the two ends of one long beam holding still. Your Part of Fortune, the settling-point your chart figures from rising sign, Sun, and Moon by sect, faces the south node, the lunar point of the well-worn past you are meant to set down, across the axis. The comfort you know by heart keeps staring down the call to leave it. Settle into the old ground and the unmet thing tugs your gaze across the gap. No windfall is coming to settle this. These are two poles of one beam pinned apart, the familiar rest and the unfinished road each refusing to look away from the other.