Yearning to Fly

Charlene sighed once more. "Oh, how I love to see them soar", she whispered to the wind. All flitting and fluttery and buzzing so near, only to rise suddenly and disappear. Where they went was beyond her ken, so she suddenly decided sunset was when she would finally let go and eagerly try, embracing the wind and her yearning to fly.

 

Aging blossom of a Charlock plant (Wild radish)

Done