The general horoscope
At closing time the fruit seller stops weighing carefully. A handful more, a handful less, whatever empties the crates. Today is that hour for the Sun, which spends its last day in Libra, the sign of the scales, and crosses into Scorpio tomorrow. Fairness has been the subject for a month. Tonight it gets one last look. Venus, retrograde, waits for the Sun just across the border, and the Sun squares Pluto, so the question underneath every kind gesture comes up plainly: was it fair, or was it a way of keeping control? Mercury squares Jupiter almost exactly, and anything you promise today grows in the telling. Promise little. The Moon in Pisces, nearly full, trines Mercury, and the right words come easiest when you are not trying to win with them. Before the stall closes, look again at one exchange you have been rounding in your own favor, or against yourself. Either rounding costs someone. The frog keeps no scales on her lily pad. She only notices which way the leaf tips when she sits down.