The oar bites the water and the boat shoots forward at no cost. Mars, the drive that starts and never apologizes for starting, pours at a clean angle toward the meridian, the visible heading your work crests toward. Drive and the public peak run one current. Step into your vocation and the force shows up on its own, as though the body already knew the stroke. The world watches you push ahead with a vigor that seems to cost you nothing. That energy you never fight. It comes given. In it, the way you show up in public keeps the firm gait of someone moving with the whole tide at their back, courage spread even through every step.