There's a beautiful thing called the courtesy wave.

Every driver knows it, but there’s nothing like what it means when you’re on the open road. Put your hand out, say hello. Say I acknowledge you, I understand you. I’ve travelled this road, I know the beauty in the bleakness, in the regular, in the vast distance of the horizon. In the green, blue and grey.

My eyes are your eyes, my hands closed like yours and legs stiff like the trees we pass. We watch the sun move across the sky and the moon peek in to say hello, bonjour, hola, g’day, buono notte, howdy, neho, annyung haseyo.