We spent the next week hidden away in the Rocky Mountains. The Christmas joy was still around thanks to New Years and a new beginning for many people. We'd driven 10 hours out of Vancouver in a party bus. The entire ride was almost just as blissful as the past few days. My friends gelled up pretty well with Sidharth knowing to remain behind the limit of closeness. The reason being the practice shooting we'd gone to. I'd hit all the targets. Second highest between 12 people. The first was pretty obvious. I couldn't help myself but drool looking at him shoot. The bulging muscles along with a face with nothing but focus written all over it was definitely appealing. The entire week in the cabins was pretty much the same. We'd gone sledding, visited the hot springs and even the drive through the mountains to spot the animals that the mountains kept safe.
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I'd also had to book an extra cabin thanks to Sidharth Shukla and his adamant nature. I didn't want any of my friends witnessing the things he kept mentioning. Therefore our cabin was a little farther away from everyone else's. Baaz's being the closest. Not sure if I was supposed to be worried about that.Today was our second last day here.
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The heavy snowfall had us locked inside the cabin itself. I didn't mind. I got to wear my pyjamas all day. I sat at the windowsill looking outside at the still falling snow. It was so beautiful. The small Snowflakes creating a soft white sheet over the entire ground was just as magical as it got. Our window was also open at my request, I wanted to catch a few snowflakes and admire the actual small designs put into them as it melt against my hand. It was fascinating to say the least. The small little flake of snow had so much more to it than just white. A gust of wind flew through the window making my shiver and pull over the cardigan if left by the chair. It wasn't to great of an idea to wear just sweats and a sports bra while sitting at an open window but I couldn't put myself to get ready.
