USD/CAD on the higher time frame has taken the blueprint and is now mitigating. The range for USD/CAD right now is in this photo that I've just posted. It's been defined by sponsored candles and has definitely seen a break to the downside. So it's been finding price action in between those two levels at the moment. But at some point, there's going to be a breakout for this sell setup, likely later on in a week or two. In my opinion, we're buying all the way up to area of sponsored candles in the 71-78 area as part of the A1 setup, in order to take out the lower lows and the breaks on the current leg. There's nothing wrong with taking a session's worth of pips. There's nothing wrong with just taking a swing trade for a couple of hours or so, either. When price is ranging like it has been, and not in a full bear or bull run, it's great to just take sessions and be on your merry way.

When price is ranging and getting ready to set up for the higher timeframe move, it's a great idea to get into the practice of taking the runs in and out of the setup within the session to bank profit. I eventually got the higher timeframe swing, eventually! It was after the New York session where the higher time frame swing entry appeared and I'm in it for the long run—probably for the rest of the week…

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