When you realize it's Monday morning.

The afternoon sun cast dappled shadows as I walked through the paths of Devils at Cradle sanctuary. In a quiet moment, I observed a Spotted-Tailed Quoll navigating a wooden beam with cautious grace. Its brown fur adorned with white spots glistened under the sunlight. The quoll's focused expression and deliberate movements made me reflect on the delicate balance of life preserved within these sanctuary walls—a stark reminder of the fragility of existence outside them.