Libra

You are doing the thing where you keep both options open until the options get bored and leave. Pick one restaurant. Pick one feeling. Late August is humid with other people's opinions and you keep trying to air-condition the whole room. You can't. The charm is real; so is the exhaustion under it. Let a conversation be uneven. Let someone else reach first, or you reach first and don't sand it into fairness. Beauty this week is the crooked photo, the lipstick on the cup, the honest "I don't know." Walk home with someone or walk home loudly alone. Both count as company if you're not abandoning yourself.