In message , "Keith (Southend)"
writes


The Level Crossing.

When I was around 30 I had met and enjoyed a woman who was beautiful,
exciting and full of quirks.
I set out in my car to meet her. I came across a closed railway
barrier, I was annoyed but had plenty of time. A goods train finally
arrived with many wagons, they all rolled past. Not all the same but
all going in the same direction. Some were short some long, but there
was always the next and the next. After 30 minutes I was furious and
went to the gate to look for an end to this 'parade' - there was none.
Behind me there were a string of cars, and I asked many if they had a
mobile phone so I could contact the idiot in charge; not one of them
had one or showed the least interest in the delay.
At last the train came to an end. I thought 'I still have time'!
But the barrier stayed down, and I became even more furious. I got out
the car and looked up line and another goods train arrived; equally as
long, and lasted an hour.
Then I realised that the daffodils were in flowers and that myself and
my lady would never meet. I wrote a morbid poem 'Snow past the
daffodils' - so bad I have now burnt it.
I realised that confluent trough after confluent trough continued to
move high pressure areas east from Newfoundland to the Azores, the
monotonous regularity appeared to be endless, and can be a self
sustaining mechanism. I also realise this is a very narrow view of the
hemispherical weather - but it is in motion.

Naturally I was shocked when an old friend rang me up and said the lady
had died. I asked what of and he said drugs.

All that was 35 years ago and the lady's name was obviously Winter.

Cheers
Paul

P.S. I have not proof read this thoroughly and that some of the
non-meteorological facts have to be taken with a grain of salt.
(Apologies).

'Wisest are they that know they do not know.' Socrates.
Paul Bartlett FRMetS
www.rutnet.co.uk Go to local weather.
400FT AMSL 25Miles southwest of the Wash