Something steady under you has held long enough that you've quit crediting it. The support that never asks for anything is the first thing to drop out of view, and today you lean your weight on it without a glance. It's the gold you put on without looking, three layers that have kept their place so long you'd only notice them by their absence.

Today gathers more than it moves. What you've set down over the last few weeks has settled into a layer solid enough to stand on, and the work now is taking stock of what's there before adding anything. Something replenishes you underneath while you do, restoring what the season drew down whether or not you clock it. It all runs deeper than it looks from the top of the pile.