The blaze of sunlight hours has grown too hot, even for Gemini, and in an Icarus moment, we retreat to a nurturing little cave of our shell.

Since all my planets but one are in Scorpio, Sagittarius, and Capricorn, this quadrant of the calendar has always felt like home to me.

Sometimes the uglier a bruise gets, the closer it is to being healed.

There is a whole lot of sad, but this sad gives me hope.