When you're majestic but Monday hits you hard.

Its yawn lingered longer than expected, a mix of ferocity and fatigue that seemed to mirror the duality of its existence. The sunlight caught the fine details of its fur—each spot like a fragment of some forgotten constellation. It felt as though time slowed in that moment, the creature oblivious to my presence or perhaps indifferent to it. Around us, the quiet hum of life persisted—leaves rustling faintly in the breeze and the occasional call of a bird breaking the stillness. This was no performance; it was life unfiltered, raw and unapologetic.