Bricks

I miss the times when the only bricks I ever thought about were legos. And they were colorful. Blue, green, red, yellow. Not the boring old brown of the bricks used to build houses. Where I was carefree and not worrying about my tests and assignments due this week and my college application due in a month and practice and everything else. Bricks mean growing up. Getting a house. Being an adult. And I'm not sure that I'm ready to embrace any brick that isn't a lego.