{ w h o } Dimitri and Kaitlyn. { w h a t } A bit of conversating. { w h e n } Monday afternoon, around dinner time. { w h e r e } Midway. { r a t i n g } G.
After he'd set out dinner and called everyone to their meal, Dimitri took his share of spaghetti and bread, and stepped out towards the midway, sitting himself down on the dirt ground in front of one of the attractions for some alone time and fresh air. He wanted to step out to look at the sky, and maybe catch the sunset--something he'd always do with his pops back on the farm. Which reminded him that sometime this week he should venture into town to get a postcard to send to his dad... he made sure to send one from each stop, just to keep in touch with him.
Leaning back with his bum leg stretched out and his other leg folded in with the plate on his lap, Dimitri looked up at the dimming sky contently.
"Doesn't matter how far we are, we're still lookin' up at the same sky," he muttered to himself.