Aries sun, Gemini moon.

You start the fight and narrate it live.

Fire acts, air commentates: you are your own war correspondent. Boredom is the only enemy that has ever actually beaten you. The charm is that even your chaos comes with good captions.

Silence is not rest for you; it is hunger.

A Gemini moon refuels on exchange: one good conversation can undo a whole bad day. You metabolize trouble by saying it out loud, ideally twice, to two different people.

Let the plans hold what the weather cannot.

You launch on the outside and drift on the inside: decisions come easily, moods come tidal. You can commit to a plan in a minute and renegotiate your feelings about it for a month.

You are not a typical Aries; nobody with this moon is.

The internet writes Aries off as all impulse and no follow-through. Your Gemini moon rewrites the chemistry: the needs underneath are narrated, argued, and footnoted. What looks like feeling less is thinking about feeling, at length, in private.

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.