February sky, Thessaloniki

Hephaestos, rendered lame by an accident of childhood (poor mother, he was yours alone, wretched Zeus is to blame for your weakened state), passed the time on his lonely island as a master craftsman. He took for his wife the lovely Aphrodite, and for their wedding he created a majestic bed, and for her pillows he took the clouds. She would soon betray him for the strong-armed god of war, yet the clouds remain, a subtle reminder of what love won, and lost.