The night isn't so young anymore and he's not that vivid as he was a few hours ago.
The highway is empty and stretches out before him to the horizon. The orange and yellow lights from the lantarns sweep over the car as he passes them by.

He has rolled up his sleeves and wearing his old watch. He has a firm grip on the wheel and stares right into the horizon.

The orange and yellow sweeps of light touch his bare arm periodically and suddenly there is this realisation: "I have seen this before! I know I have!" he says to himself excited beyond control inside his head but on the outside you cannot notice any of this beside the faint smile that appears on the corner of his mouth.

He knows this sight not from now, but from long time ago. From a time that he did not know what this meant and only adored and worshipped the arm he saw being swept in light periodically as now his own does. He remembers his childhood and knows that this is it.

This has always been it. He just never knew!