Spirits, Souls and shimming sights adore anything that catches our attention, just like the diamond adorning the hand of the beloved, so must the surroundings we thrive in glimmer with hope and amusement. 

I pictured this, walking perhaps slumped, you're feeling pretty down today, the sun seems to have hidden itself behind a cloud casting the surroundings grey and abysmal. When the day loosing it's beauty somewhat, the light isn't quite the same, the air isn't quite gleaming with atoms they way it does when the sun beams. A well placed glimpse, of hope. Dreams of the wonder in life, the magic, the radiance of existence. It is represented in just one cheeky little brick. a slice in the formal and well laid majority around it, there to uplift and ignite, for a millisecond a neurons reaction, prompting the mind to immerse itself in youth, the fairs, the stickers on your favorite lunchbox or the glitter your face was smothered in the morning after! They scream succulent mischief! and on the other hand they are subtly snuggled into the nook of an otherwise visually unimaginative stroll. 

I just like the idea of walking somewhere and seeing, someone has taken a moment of their time to communicate happiness for others, the strangers they will never meet, a glitter brick is a mere momentary thought to catalyze the ridiculous and interchanging wondrous ride of joyous life we have. and what better way to do that, than slather conformity with glitter.