Driving home tonight, there were two deer standing on the frozen and snow-covered Minnesota River. It was dusk--the time they typically come down to the river to drink.
I wonder if they're surprised when they arrive and find that their river is ice. Do they walk out, one step after the other, hoping that it's just a little further?
At what point do they accept that it's for naught?
Do they turn around and go back where they came from?
Or do their hopeful steps lead them beyond the halfway point, to where it's easier to cross on over to the other side?
The winter solstice was December 21.
The spring equinox is March 21.
We're beyond halfway.