It's amazing how, even on a gloomy overcast day that's robbed me of an hour's sleep, I'm able to sit listening to this solo piano station on Pandora and automatically feel energized.
It's amazing how, on the good songs, the notes shoot up and something in me rises too, like muscles heaving as I inhale sweet clear air and turn back to my textbooks with greater gusto.
It's amazing how much of this I don't understand, yet how I still gravitate to something just because it "sounds good."
It's even amazing how my sister laughs at me and says, "You used to hate music!"
So "hate" probably isn't the most accurate word to use here. But point conceded. Very, very gladly conceded.