I loved a woman once who was of this combination. She lived with me in an apartment that had two bedrooms separated by a drab tile kitchen; hers had windows looking out onto the street and the Chinese violinist who would come out to the balcony across. The Aquarius Sun and Capricorn Moon is benefitted by the maturity of Saturn, the traditional ruler of both of these signs, and the eccentricity of Uranus, meaning that this person exemplifies both pragmatism and genius. It is a Moon waning to its New shape, crossing into the territory of the Dark Moon. Thus this person is deep and unflinching and absorbs the beat of loss so gracefully. I remembered her red-eyed from work, or long nights out in the city, taking cabs from one place to the next, nights which wouldn’t end till we walked home arm in arm, complacent from want of sleep. Dark Moon people are at home in the late night, but it is also a part of their psyche, finding themselves often on the peripheral of things, in the dusty chaos before clarity dawns. The Aquarius-Capricorn is a rock during trauma, or funerals, all the sad times, or even happy—anything through which there is a doorway to a new life. A Dark Moon person near means that someone at least brings the presence of mind required. Owning an Aquarius Sun means the person was born during the iciest and most unforgiving month of the year, at least in the Northern hemisphere, and the sun of Aquarius is as it so happens in its downfall. This means that what people usually attribute as the beaming qualities of a cheerful personality—aka, Aquarius’ opposite Leo—is, in the sign of the water-bearer, understated and all but completely inscrutable. Aquarius moves by wavelengths they themselves create, extremely individualized and impossible to copy, for they are bent on manifesting something that comes out of their own deepest understanding, what they’ve determined matters in their own solitude. Sharing their energy, time, and thought with other people is a gift this person hands out, with longing for one thing, but also determined by the recipient’s vibe, language, face, and they are the quickest to pick up on what’s going on in an atmosphere. Interestingly, a Capricorn Moon is also in its downfall, and so we have here a combination in which both Sun and Moon are muted and underneath. A Capricorn Moon means that the feelings were not ever developed to be exuberantly exposed. The person feels their depths through byways and backways; the realm of sarcasm and wit, the silence of body language, and what meaning lies behind the words. Their way of knowing is almost incommunicable; they keep their own rich world very much to themselves. Therefore, the person is slow and roundabout in opening his or her heart. They could have affairs or friendships with benefits; that doesn’t too much strain the heart, and an Aquarius Sun allows people to be themselves without asking for conformity or a settling of differences. But the Capricorn Moon presages that the heart is reached more traditionally, which is the most unexpected circumstance to tack to an Aquarius Sun who allows people the largest window to steer from the norm. A Capricorn Moon, rather, petal by petal, opens under direct warmth, persistent attention, real affection and kind acts. Still this person will roll through periods of unavoidable gloom and dark nights of soul, the fact of owning a Dark Moon extra-portending this. But their hearts are true, though so hidden. Their way of working is reliable and diligent. They have soft hearts for those who find their glories inversely, in the morose, the underground, or by climbing an apparent mountain that turned out to be a deep chasm. They love the passion of the tragic hero, perhaps because they envision something like this for themselves. Peace in a relationship is something they might not have expected. Success in the work-world, yes, most definitely, but a soul free from turbulence? Not likely. They have many strange friends, all people who met them at a time when their energies happened to completely line up; they gathers soul-mates. But there is a sadness, a loneliness; they prefer to look at art alone, wandering a gallery with padded shoulders, or a street abandoned late at night, or in the corners of their own home, uncovering some forgotten about collected thing no one else but them would consider a treasure. There is a love of deeply grooved ritual, never let up, till the way of doing is as frayed as a beloved photograph carried in one’s back pocket or mother’s old scarf.