As a self-professed word nerd, I know a good one when I see one. Sophrosyne is one of those words…
The Echium candicans, once vibrant and ultraviolet in spring, are now burned black by the hot sun at the start of summer…. they make me think about letting go of what is dead and dying… the natural falling away of things.
Well, I know I have arrived
And it's hard just to survive
But I'll stay alive
...And it is all right.