So as I trudged in the rain across campus an unexpected thing happened.
I stopped seeing the buildings. No longer did I see the big brick Reid Hall, instead I saw a pleasing composition of balanced repetitive elements subtly contrasting with it's asymmetrical wing.
Johnson hall also fell into pleasing suggestionof vertical elements outlining it's strong upward movement.
Montana Hall stayed a big victorian monster.
The revelation actually shocked me for a minute and I sat there getting soaked consciously shifting between seeing the buildings and seeing the composition of the buildings in the abstract.
It didn't work for all of them, but it was pleasing, weird , and unsettling all at once.
No altogether like suddenly being able to "see" music.