Aquarius sun, Libra moon.

You are reasonable about everything, including the things that deserved a scene.

Air over air: you file betrayal under interesting and call the numbness fairness. But the grace is real. You give everyone the dignity of a hearing, including the people who never once returned the favor.

Discord costs you double what it costs the others.

A Libra moon refuels on harmony you can hear: beauty, fairness, a room with no live argument in it. You can host a war and never show it, but the invoice arrives in your body later.

People read patience; tell them the truth before the tide does.

You hold steady on the outside while the tide underneath is already leaving for somewhere new. Your exits are decided long before they are announced, and by then no argument reaches you.

The corrective is not difference but depth: you do the thing, all the way down.

The internet writes Aquarius off as detachment dressed as a person. With a Libra moon the rumor is, for once, nearly aimed right; you are the concentrated pour.

Feed the moon first: say the inner weather out loud, to one person or one page.

Unspoken it becomes static; spoken it becomes weather you can fly in. Keep one correspondent who receives the unedited forecast.