These kangaroos look like they’re holding a secret meeting about the humans.

The hillside was alive with quiet movement. The kangaroos seemed to drift between the patches of grass and rock, their ears twitching to some distant sound I couldn’t hear. A larger one paused and looked directly at me—not with fear but with a kind of casual curiosity. The clouds above thickened slightly, casting a soft grey light over the landscape. It was as if the world had slowed down just for this moment. I could hear the faint rustle of leaves from the bushes behind them and the occasional scrape of their feet against the rocky ground. There was no rush here, no urgency—only the rhythm of life unfolding as it should.