Endless Sweeps in the Frost

Today, I found myself shoveling snow all morning without a break.
The cold air stung my cheeks, but I kept going, driven by some strange sense of duty.
As I watched the snow pile up again and again, I wondered if this endless effort meant anything or if it's just a tiring cycle we all go through.
Sometimes, life's little chores feel like that—constant and never-ending.