The first day of the next season on the calendar, its tendrils wrapping around us like creeping vines long before now. The sky keeping its own time, the soul self biding its allocation and weighing it against glitchy unruly transformation.

Gemini season arrives annually to haul stale thinking out of its doldrums and boots stuck in the mud blood of the old world. Its twin skinning of perception and faculty is not a figment of your imagination. Gemini came to play, already messing maniacally with the stubborn fixations revealed by a storming Taurus season.

The Aries ingress delivers equinox as the wheel of the year creaks to its next notch. The time of exact balance between day and night, light and dark where the door swings open to the next season of our lives. The veil thins as we cross the threshold of this liminal space where the ancestors gather.