VI | THE LOVERS
Aries season offers us a time to practice diving in head first, exploring without a pack, creating without abandon.

TEN OF WANDS
Dusk had long since said goodbye, smearing a slice of peach across the mountains on the western horizon. “Just one mooooore,” you pleaded as the embers dimmed. Soft light glowed on the hairs of our shins, flickering in the summer breeze. Goosebumps popped up on my bare shoulders and I almost conceded. None of us wanted it end...

ACE OF WANDS
We stood at the top of the hill at high noon. The sun beat down, casting shadows under brows, noses and necks. I glanced sideways at the angle of your jaw bone thrust forward with confidence. Hands on hips, chest swollen with energy, somewhere between potential and kinetic...

MOTHER OF WANDS
I stood in a sea of francophones at Webster Hall, gazing at lights dancing among admiring eyes. Héloise Letissier of Christine and the Queens paced across the stage, jokingly sharing apprehension about being weird and unsure amongst her musical heroines at an awards dinner. I sensed her jokes were maybe half true...

0 | THE FOOL
“But how do you do it?!” I persisted. Your smile crept towards your dimples. “Don’t think, just do,” you said. We were seven years old, legs dangling over the dock, water droplets glistening on our skin. The mountains rose, majestic over the lake as you coached me in how to pee while jumping off the rope swing...