Sitting Inside the Storm: Neptune Enters Aries

I’m writing this from my house in Nashville, where the power is out, the inside temp is 41 degrees, the roads are ice, and the trees outside my window look like they’ve been dipped in glass.

It’s quiet in that eerie, post-apocalyptic way. No hum of heat. No background noise. Just the occasional crack of ice shifting on branches that could fall at any mom…