A heavy coat hangs by the door, shaped to your shoulders by years of wear, warm and easy to set down once the room heats up. The south node is not a body in the sky but the familiar ground you come from, here the old reflex of expecting plenty, of trusting the table will somehow feed everyone. Jupiter leaves a soft gap onto that ground, a hand that helps your grip loosen. Lean on that easy generosity when you want it, then release the part that keeps you waiting on more instead of making it. The ease is real and yours to spend down. Hang the coat back up when you are warm enough. Nothing pushes you. The gesture sits there, and you are the one who takes it.