But I find it to be quite the opposite.
It can be a very esoteric experience, a realization, a subtle getting in touch with something hidden, an intimate unfolding of mesmerizing artwork, something profound, deep and beautiful.
Before you grab that mop or Swisher, take the time to get down on your hands and knees and really take a good look at what lies beneath your feet.
It's the floor you take for granted and walk on everyday.
It's a mosaic of colors, dark and light, feathery swirls and blotches, smiley faces and scowls, fairies and goblins, heather and moss, flowers and ferns, hedgerows and cedars, labrynths and circles.
It beckons you to look deeper, to look beyond its dull facade and discover a world you hadn't noticed before even though you had been stepping on it for years.
Take a deep breath as you experience an exhilarating feeling for all that went into producing this flooring, the materials and people responsible for producing such a lovely work of art, so bewitching in fact, that it deserves to be framed.
As you caress its veneer and work your damp cloth lovingly across its surface and gently into its nooks and crannies you see something winking back at you or, perhaps, the tail end of a dragon as it makes its way across a barren landscape in search of a savory morsel, or a fragrant and lovely flower that shyly beckons you.
A simple thing like observing a tile floor can be another way we can connect with those things unseen, those things we take for granted that allow us a deeper introspective into other worlds as well as ourselves.
A world that lies, just beneath our feet.
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