A thin mist lifts off a field at dawn, and through it a faint path shows that hard noon light would have washed out. The north node is not a planet but the heading your chart grows toward, the unfamiliar pull asking you to trust ground you cannot fully see yet. Neptune dissolves the edges of things and listens for what goes unsaid, and here it leaves a gap onto that growth. A sense of where you are going arrives sideways: an image, a longing, a hunch that hums true. Follow the feeling toward the new direction and it softens the road ahead. It will not walk you there. You take the step into the haze. The intuition is offered, and lean a little and it guides.