He got nervous thinking about it.
He lived on what he could prove, what he could validate, what he could substantiate without any doubt.
Yet in this setting, even he could not deny that there was some intangible and unquantifiable aspect that affected him. This could not be explained by any mood music, because there was none. It couldn’t be down to lighting, because it was normal lighted living room.
All he could agree on was that there was something about the atmosphere.
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For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
Life With CD 