It’s been at least two years since I first met this sign on a stretch of East End Avenue. I took it both at face value and as an indicator.
Life, our life, had definitely hit a patch of the rough.
In our case, we had not had or did not heed or were not able to read the warning sign. Then.
It’s clearer now. We see it, or I do as Burt quite happily chortles over jokes he tells himself and his imaginary cohort.
We’re going to proceed with the necessary caution. It’s a «rough road« we’ve hit. The sign I passed yesterday was a confirmation.
this is our life 