Parmotrema (maybe) lichen

Under normal circumstances, it should be bone-chillingly cold and white-blanketed, with all signs of life, save the hardiest of birds and naturalists, in retreat. But nothing is normal anymore: there's no snow, the ground is devoid of frost, and it barely qualifies as chilly. There are plants actually growing, and the birds don't seem all that put out by winter. They're doing just fine, thank you very much. So this lichen, which might, in what used to be a typical January, have been the only green organism alive in the deep freeze, today has plenty of company. This symbiosis of algae and fungi—I think it belongs in the genus Parmotrema—is quietly thriving, its characteristic black cilia waving in the breeze. I need to resolve to learn the lichens better—as one wonderful website noted, I need to pursue the "ways of enlichenment."