|"The Bee-Keeper's Wife"|
She used to dive into meadows full of green and lily. Eyes bright back then, and a head-full of dreaming. These days the flame of new love has withered, her feet are itching to travel onward but this landscape holds her prisoner. She walks country roads till her feet won't forgive her, wonders what life is like as a butterfly. Unabashed by sunburn, she keeps conversation with the bees, because even the sting is worth it to know she's still among the living.
Created for an art challenge at Digital Whisper.