Rob Brezsny writes the best horoscopes. This is mine:
Right now you’re like a sulking cherry tree that hasn’t bloomed for years but then inexplicably erupts with pink flowers in mid-autumn. You’re like a child prodigy who lost her mojo for a while and then suddenly recovers it when her old mentor comes back into her life after a long absence. You’re like a dormant volcano that without any warning spurts out a round of seemingly prophetic smoke signals on the eve of a great victory for the whole world.
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photo: Yvette Roman
a flash of delight 
Love. It. I'd be so happy to read it if it were mine. But it's not. :( Oh well. Bloom on, Cherry Tree… bloom on. :)