The man was playing his violin again, this time you were sure it was Vivaldi’s Summer, you’ve heard it enough times over the years what with it being your husbands favourite piece. It appeared he was playing a game with his children, one that was apparently providing them with endless amusement if their high-pitched laughter was any indication. Whenever the music reached a crescendo so to did the children’s playing as they spun around the yard, weaving in and out of each other’s reach, the elder children seemingly chasing their younger sister. When the music slowed so did their dance.