The Horse
Wednesday, September 2
A quiet current runs under the hours; row with it, not against. Your freedom is real, but a promise kept is its own kind of open road. Keep one this cycle. Someone returns, or almost does. Curiosity is allowed; rearranging your life is not. The tide is going out. Let it take something you've been carrying too long. Let the ordinary hours be ordinary; they are doing more than they look.