Country roads are measured in hours.
Monotony broken by the quick wave.
A simple, polite finger lift from the steering wheel.
And the sometimes unknown, but usually known driver,
Passes by.
A sign of solidarity.
Acknowledgement that the journey is inevitably long,
And perilous
Dirt roads furrowed and corrugated.
Pot holes and fallen trees.
Dusk bringing kangaroos and wallabies.
Darkness, wombats stunned by the headlights.
But in that one simple human act,
We know that we are in this together.
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