As our days get cold and darker, I find myself out on the yard a little earlier and more often at the moment. Sometimes a break from everything that's going on in the world is needed.
Sweeping the leaves that fall and drop as the seasons transitions is a seemingly endless task but I persist and use it as a means to meditate in the process. Sweeping and thinking is a strangely therapeutic task that I have really appreciated over the past couple of weeks.