Leo horoscope for Sunday:
Introspective feelings could drive you to probe
the inner recesses of your mind today.

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I ask Dr. Google: How many people in the world
are born under the sign of Leo? (Like me.)

Dr. Google’s AI cousin replies: While it’s impossible to
know the exact number of people born under the Leo sign,

approximately 6.4% of the world’s population, or roughly
5.4 billion people, are Leos, born between July 23 and Aug. 22.

And, of those, how many of us bipeds find ourselves waning
under this gibbous moon that was just a few days ago wolfy

plump for its star turn at a lunar eclipse? (Again, 6.4%.)
And, of those, how many are probing the inner recesses

of their minds as I am, captivated by rain on glass,
through windshield, as he and I drove four hours

to the coast? (Impossible to know.) And, now that
we’ve arrived, we watch thousands of dripping drops

crawl down the picture window where outside rain
scours this patch of earth clean, within view of the ocean,

or would be, if the gray veil would rise, like velvet curtains
used to at the theater, revealing the big screen. And yes,

we’d sit with strangers in the dark, before the gray
of the film began to flicker and blossom. I know that if

I sit here long enough, this, too, shall pass under a waning
gibbous moon that I’ll likely not see tonight, but hey.

You never know when the curtain will lift, the sun
will take a bow and deliver a Leo-style, show-offy

sunset that could bring all of us across the zodiac
to our feet, applauding the brilliant performance.

Bravo! we’d cry, as if we were, indeed, one people,
we humans being. Encore! More! More!