Sometimes, Luther felt lost. Day after day, all he would do is work. He wondered if this was what life was, if this was all there is. Work just enough to keep your family alive until eventually it all just ends. The long hours under the beating sun did little to stop his mind from running circles around itself. Dizzy and exhausted by everything.

Most nights, he found himself wandering through the thick miles of forest behind the house. He would whistle at birds and follow squirrels, amazed by how beautiful nature could be when you let it. He would get lost in thought, lost in nature. The sound of birds chirping distantly and the crunch of branches beneath his feet. It satisfied some part of him, appeased a part of his soul.

He found himself following a stream, one day. Humming to himself as nature passes by him. Although, when the stream runs into a pond he finds himself frozen. A girl sitting on one of the fishing docks with her nose in a book. Long dark hair that flowed over her shoulders gracefully. He wondered how far he had walked. That seemed to be the last sane thought he had before stepping out into the clearing.

Days turned into months of him sneaking off to visit you at your pond. He was surprised to learn that it was yours, well your families. He was more surprised that you kept talking to him when you found out that he is, in fact, not. Sometimes he thought you were some sort of angel. Sweet and soft for no reason despite it just being engraved into you.