Waving

On my morning ride I noticed a strange phenomena. Everyone is waving.

A gentle gesture, a simple raise of the arm and twist of the elbow. A friendly sign of recognition without saying a word.

As I pass these wavers, I peer into the darken windshields through my sunglasses without knowing who they are.

A nod or smile reply to someone who may know me or maybe familiar with my appearance in their neighborhood or maybe a pleasant statement to a stranger.

Perhaps a sign of a warm spring day or happiness in the air, but a wave (even to a stranger) will bring out smiles.