Sweeping with a broom 🧹

The white birch leaves are turning yellow and falling.
　Lately, I've been hooked on brooms. It's a broom called "Teami Zashiki Hōki" (Hand-woven Parlor Broom) made of traditional broom grass and bamboo, which I bought at Komeri, a Japanese home center.
I use it to sweep the entrance and hall area almost every day.
Dust does fly up, but I leave the door open so it flows out of the entrance as much as possible.
　In the past, when cleaning the large tatami rooms at my family's temple, I noticed that the impression of the space after cleaning was different depending on whether I used a vacuum cleaner or a broom.
Few people probably find the sound of a vacuum cleaner pleasant. I don't like it. (Although the latest vacuum cleaners might not be as deafening) Driven by the noise, I vacuum with the sole desire to finish quickly.
With a broom, to the consistent sound of the broom's tip scraping the tatami as I control it, from the back of the room to the outside. I might have been able to achieve something close to meditation while mindlessly sweeping.
　This led me to the thought that the reason I felt the impression and atmosphere of the room after cleaning was different might have been because my state of mind at the time was different.
And, lately, I've been looking down so much while cleaning that I also realized I hadn't noticed several cobwebs spun in the corners of the ceiling. I still don't see the whole picture. 🧹🕷️🕸️