“How far can you drive into a one mile tunnel?” goes an old riddle. Answer: Only half a mile. After that, you’re starting to drive out again. Mr. Groundhog rides shotgun on our cross-quarter day between winter and spring. From his vantage, he’s supposed to tell us something of the subjective experience of the winter that remains. But we know what he’s really telling us. Whether or not there’s weather or not, the the winter tide is slack and now must ebb. And ebb she will.