Guru and I were busy ice fishing. We sat down on a heavy log that had been dragged near the hole in the ice. Beside us was our fishing equipment, tangled lines and shiny lures reflecting the pale winter sun. We both had our own bucket sitting on the ice between us, trying to see who will capture the most fish. It was a silent competition, the kind we always had back when I lived here.
"This is just like old times… I never thought I will be fishing with you again.." Guru said. He reached into a small cooler and handed me a mug filled with hot choco. The steam rose in curls, hitting my face with the smell of rich cocoa.
"Me too, I never thought we would do this.." I said after sipping my choco. The warmth spread through my chest, chasing away the mountain chill.
