Yellow.

Every year, in March or April, when you drive or walk in the country you realize Easter is close because everything is turning yellow, here and there.

Today I went for a walk to the beach.Once I arrived there I followed a path...

Gorse everywere.We call it Ginestra in italian.

Then I reached a point where you see the sea...

Ah!! Gorse!..

The colour is bright,

the scent is sweet,

but if you sting yourself with a thorn it will hurt for some days!!!

...this could be as well a way to describe life, isn'it?