I didn't realize I was capable of loving the outside of a brick building so much. Maybe it's simply the beauty of them? The contrast of the red and white. Or maybe, just maybe, it's the thought of what these bricks have seen and where they've been? There's history in them. Since the day they were placed, there must have been admirers, it can't possibly be just me. Who else has sat here on this bench thinking about things like this? Someone might have been proposed to in front of these bricks. Someone might have had a conversation with their best friend, one hundred years ago in front of these bricks. They have seen it all, and I am honored to be added to the list of memories that these bricks must have.