On our bedroom wall, there is a framed photograph taken four five years ago of Lenore and Rose, sitting in the parlor as the morning sun streamed in.. I love the photograph, it is special to us. Lenore was the sweetest creature, Rose the most serious and dutiful. Dogs mark the passages of time in our lives, and Lenore and Rose lived with me at a special time in my life. Lenore kept love alive for me when it was just a glowing ember, Rose helped me feel safe on my farm, she had my back.

The white streaks are the morning sun, which lit up the class when it came in the room.