Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
How many brick sidewalks still exist? how many brick roads? Does anyone still remember “Follow the Yellow Brick Road”?
Brick walls. Brick houses. Brick buildings and storefronts. The Egyptians who enslaved the Israelites forced them to make bricks to construct all sorts of things. They even forced them to find their own materials for doing so, but never decreased their demand for output.
Being a brick layer used to be quite a lucrative job. I had a friend who did that job for years. His hands were as hard as bricks!
Castles, cathedrals, manor houses and hovels can all be made of bricks. One of the things I’ve enjoyed about my rare trips to Europe is the abundance of brick or cobblestoned roads and sidewalks. You have to be careful, though, where you put your feet. It’s easy to trip on the unevenly worn pathways.
There is artisanship in a beautifully laid brick walkway. Concrete or macadam may make a smoother surface, but they don’t have the beauty that exists in brickways. And I must have just made up a word, because a squiggly red line popped up under brickways. Seems like a perfectly good word to me, so I’m going to leave it alone.
Now it’s time for me to hit the bricks. I was lazy today and slept until past 8 a.m. Lovely.