Hero and Leander is the Greek myth relating the story of Hero, a priestess of Aphrodite who dwelt in a tower in Sestos on the European side of the Hellespont, and Leander, a young man from Abydos on the opposite side of the strait. Leander fell in love with Hero and would swim every night across the Hellespont to be with her. Hero would light a lamp at the top of her tower to guide his way.
Succumbing to Leander’s soft words and to his argument that Aphrodite, as the goddess of love, would scorn the worship of a virgin, Hero allowed him to make love to her. These trysts lasted through the warm summer. But one stormy winter night, the waves tossed Leander in the sea and the breezes blew out Hero’s light; Leander lost his way and was drowned. When Hero saw his dead body, she threw herself over the edge of the tower to her death to be with him.
Don’t you sometimes know you are living a tank life? I do, especially when I look up and suddenly the moon is caught between two leaves, framed perfectly no matter how I move in those few moments, because I am stubborn and refuse to believe the moon does not have to be caught. I do this a lot, changing my footing to challenge the case of the moon.
And each and every time I am surprised she is ready.