cloudy days.

Last Saturday, while on the road early in the morning, I listened to the Burdah for the first time in almost a year. The recitation is beautiful, the solos are simply amazing, but I realized it’s always going to remind me of this day.

I either slept through or skipped most of the cognitive psychology class I took last spring, and so don’t remember much of whatever I did learn, but I still find it interesting – for lack of a better word – to note how, much later, our minds continue to make such heartbreaking associations.