sounds from far away

Summer is over. There are last glimpses of hot sunlight but the winds are cold and the days are shorter now.
Further up towards the main crossing the road is being resurfaced and the traffic conversions are creating a ruckus with horns sounding and shouts carried down into the garden. There is one particular horn going on and off, must be from the roadworks, which calls up memories of standing at the walls of Erice looking down towards busy Trapani on a sunny day in October.