I read my horoscope daily and I do so with a sense of humor, completely aware that it doesn't mean a thing. But today's is simply horseshit, even by usual horoscope standards.

When you are "on purpose," as you are now, the world appears to you as a magical place once again. Blades of grass rustle in the wind for the sole reason of whispering their wonders to you.

Someone got paid to write that. That makes me weep.