Sunday Work Day

In every corner surrounding the apartment complex this morning there were residents carrying brooms and rakes and large bags for all the leaves they collected.  The Sisyphean task, full-heartedly undertaken every fall of collecting all the leaves ensued this morning, the third Sunday of the month.  People were standing in the gutters of the street, on the lawns, on the playground, the sidewalks, and small roadways between the buildings.  It was like a huge party at 8am, all ages, working together at a time when there is nothing else to do.  I wanted to work, too, but alas I'm not endowed with that entitlement, be it time or status that makes it so.  I hope one day I live in another community that gets together to rake the fall leaves.  What a pleasure.