A worn blanket sits folded on the chair where it has always lived, soft from years of being reached for in the dark. The south node is not a body in the sky but the familiar ground you come from, here the old feeling-reflex, the mood you fold yourself into the moment a room turns uncertain. The Moon leaves a soft gap onto that reflex, a hand that helps its hold loosen. Wrap yourself in that comfort when you truly need it, then set it down once the chill has passed. The mood does not have to run you now. Fold the blanket away when you are warm again. The release is on offer, taken up only on the day you decide you no longer need the wrapping.