
It was June 21st, the longest day, and I was in old Aurora, the centre of town.
A big park is surrounded by churches, a school and older homes. I was there for an end-of-the-year piano recital in which two of our granddaughters were playing.
At 8.30, after an hour and a half of piano music by young musicians from 4 to 18, people started leaving Trinity Anglican Church, and heading for their cars.
The sound of jazz wafted across to us on the summer evening air. I paused to listen. It was Louis Armstrong's gravelly voice coming from inside the house.
It seemed to epitomize summer; lazy days, porchlights on, screen doors and neighbourly visiting. The perfect ending to the longest day of 2008.