A lichen is colonizing my step.
The autumn had been wet and by winter the concrete had decided it was time to show some life while everything else died down.
The garden is just hanging by a thread between snow falls and bone cracking hard frosts, but the lichen sensed that this was just the time to colonize and to spread out.
It might be the shape of a beating heart, or it might be just the shape of a lichen. The smallest satellites look like tentative kisses on a mirror .
The concrete has never looked more lovely or full of possibility under a snow filled sky.