Unfinished Project [Part Two] Getting There.

wednesday night, we are already past the autumn equinox, the night's are longer than the day's, we are having a last blast of summer, temperatures well above the season norm, i really like this time of year, the mellow fruitfullness, blah, blah, blah and yet, i really don't like the shorter day's and the evening's darkening so soon, i get the dog-walking out of the way and jack sort's out the domestic chores, i'm away for 1745hrs, the shadow's are already lengthening but it's still a lovely night, no sign of the autumn chill we associate with at this time of year, the sort of cold and damp that slowly creep's up on you, fingers starting to numb, creeping back into the warmth of your jacket, checking the zipper to make sure it's all the way up, the roads are light on traffic at this time of day/night, everyone has made it home from the daily commute, the quarry- lorries driver's have run out of hour's on their tacho's and had to park up for the night, the 'safety partnership' operatives have knocked off for the day and the mummy's on the school run are preparing tea for little apple and moses, the discovery's and prius's are safely parked on the printed concrete and block paved driveway's, time to ride then, senses working overtime, [good name for a song that], hit the via-gellia, empty, signs warn me of road work's and road closures, i pass the third set of sign's and the penny drops', 'between the hours of 0930hours and 1800 hours', bloody hell, there's nothing on the road, it's mine, damp patches, debris spilled from the quarry-lorries, little, pea sized stones, like ball bearing's, spread across the road, damp patches under the trees, wet leaves and that white, dusty stuff that i know is limestone all over the road, suddenly, i'm guy martin at the tt, i'm on a thirty year old bmw, i'm bought back to reality as i round a bend and have to apply the brembo's big time to avoid kissing an unlit trailer being towed by a tractor, knock it off and slow it down, i pull up to watch the sun setting, i'm joined by a herd of young cow's who crowd over to check me out over the gate, non-fiction.......