Nothing more mundane than dust. One morning I was sitting at one of my favourite squares in Granada and saw this woman gathering sand, bits of paper and other matter.
She worked constantly and with a rhythmic movement that was even soothing. Now and then a small garbage truck came by to sweep up all the small heaps.
What I especially liked about this scene, were the shadows and the dust whirling in the sunbeams. Fortunately I could capture part of it.
My contribution to Mundane Monday Challenge #119.