Your kitchen tends to fill up. There is always one more plate, one more chair dragged in from the hall. Jupiter and the Moon hold a sextile in your chart, and your big-heartedness and your soft, reading-the-room care sit close enough to act as one. The open house stays a wish, though, until you actually unlock it. You worry the place is too small, the food too plain, and you measure when you could just wave people in. Lower the threshold. The friends who become family gather around the host who stops counting. The warmth is already in you; this is the day you let it spill.