Sunday arrives with the smell of cool stone and the slow burn of morning coffee, Taurus, and the Moon moving through your 9th house lifts the horizon a little. Venus still carries Saturn's weight, however, and a friend or sibling brings a perspective at midday that does not match the story you told yourself this week. The mirror is friendly, the reflection is firm. Plans for the week ahead want to be sketched, not signed, today. A walk in unfamiliar light, a book opened to a page you did not plan to read, a longer conversation than usual with someone you usually only text. Come evening the week ahead reads less crowded and more chosen.