The kangaroo on the left looks like it’s about to ask for directions.

The kangaroos paused their grazing as I approached, their ears twitching at the faint sound of my footsteps. There was something almost regal in the way they stood, their powerful legs poised as if ready to spring into action at any moment. One of them tilted its head slightly, as if considering whether I was friend or foe. The grass around them was damp from the recent rain, and the earthy scent of wet soil lingered in the air. Behind them, the hill sloped gently upward toward a sparse line of bushes silhouetted against the grey sky. It felt like stepping into another world—one where time moved slower and nature ruled without question. I stayed still for a moment longer, not wanting to disturb their quiet domain.