The Sun is a golden morning that actually makes you want to open the windows. Card XIX in the Major Arcana, it’s warmth, clarity, and the joy of feeling fully

The Moon is fog over a quiet marsh—silver, tender, a little disorienting. Card XVIII in the Major Arcana, it speaks in whispers and water. Where The Star soothes in clear

The Star is the hush after a storm—sky rinsed clean, air cool, hope returning like breath. Card XVII in the Major Arcana, it follows The Tower for a reason: once

The Tower is a lightning strike on a humid night—sudden, shocking, and weirdly clarifying. Card XVI in the Major Arcana, it’s truth arriving faster than your plans. Where The Devil

The Devil is a moonless winter night—quiet, charged, a little too still. Card XV in the Major Arcana, it isn’t the boogeyman; it’s the bind. Where Temperance blends, The Devil

Temperance is creek water meeting warm sunlight—cool + warm blending into just-right. Card XIV in the Major Arcana, it’s the alchemist of the deck: integration, patience, and the relief of

Death is late autumn in your bones—leaves loosening, air crisp, soil ready to receive what’s finished. Card XIII in the Major Arcana, it isn’t doom; it’s completion. The classic image

The Hanged Man is the hush between inhale and exhale—a pause that changes everything. Card XII in the Major Arcana, he hangs upside down by one ankle, calm as a

Justice is crisp equinox air—day and night in conversation. Card XI in most modern decks (sometimes VIII), it’s the moment you pause, breathe, and choose what’s true over what’s easy.

The Wheel of Fortune is the wind shifting on an open hill—unexpected, undeniable, full of motion. Card X in the Major Arcana, it’s the turning of seasons, the click of