Melancholy can be sweet...solitude far from lonely. Luke explains it this way: "Plenty of times I’ve driven down to the riverbank, loaded a canoe with my rod, net and creel and started paddling upstream, only to realize I’m not there to fish at all. I’m there because I need to be alone, need time to reflect on my life, and thank the Lord for what I have. When I come home, my creel may still be empty...but my soul is always filled."