Ailz: What, again?
Me: It carries on being autumnal. Leaves keep falling. Besides sweeping is exercise- and it gets me out of the house.
I might have added that it clears the mind.
The sound of bristles of flagstones: it's quite a zen thing- quite a monkish thing. Nothing kills inspiration like gazing at a screen and thinking hard. Nothing helps it flow again like performing some mindless chore.
Mindless is good. Mindless is mindful.
Let me elucidate: you shut down the busy little local mind and the greater Mind is able to make itself heard.