A kettle keeps warm at the back of the stove, and the comfort is in the pouring. The Moon, the part of you that feels and shelters and remembers being held, makes an easy sextile to your Part of Fortune, the spot your chart draws from Ascendant, Sun, and Moon by its day or night sect, where your life gathers with the least fuss. Softness does not show up unasked. You reach for the cup, let yourself be tended for once instead of doing the tending. When you do, feeling runs toward the place that already fits you and the body unknots a notch at a time. No contentment is being handed down to you. There is warmth kept ready on the stove, and it is yours to pour.