The Outdoor Church
YMCA Wainui Camp Grounds
Jordyn, 12I walk along the forest track, stretch my arms out to feel the breeze. The creek water crashes Into the rocks, spraying droplets into the air. The forest air smells fresh and crisp. I keep walking. The trees create a tunnel over head. My mind clears as I walk on. I trip over a tree root, snaking along the dirt track. I stand up and brush myself off. I reach the church. I take a seat on one of the old wooden benches. It’s soft and damp. I look up to the big white cross, nailed to the very tallest tree in the clearing. The white paint Is beginning to chip away. I sit by myself, just thinking..