Cancer sun, Capricorn moon.

You show love by being the one who handles it.

Sun and moon oppose: the hearth and the office. Providing is your tenderness dialect, and it can read as distance to people who wanted your evening, not your logistics. Sit down sometimes; presence is also provision.

Rest only works for you when something is finished first.

A Capricorn moon refuels on progress you can point to: the done thing, the kept promise. Comfort talks less to you than evidence does; a finished task is your version of a warm bath.

Endings are a skill to hire, or to marry.

You start in public and start in private: a life of first chapters, inside and out. The enthusiasm is real every single time, which is what makes the abandonments so confusing to bystanders.

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

The internet writes Cancer off as a mood with legs. Your Capricorn moon rewrites the chemistry: the inner life runs on ritual, comfort, and long loyalty. Whatever the surface promises, the keel underneath is old-fashioned, and it holds.

Feed the moon first: the ritual, the meal, the made bed.

Order is not the opposite of feeling; for you it is the container that lets feeling pour. Guard the small ceremonies like appointments, because they are.