In southern New Hampshire
, in a town called Rindge
, is something called the Catherdral of the Pines - an outdoor church
. Or rather, a church with no church building, just a grove of tall, ancient pines
, with rough hewn benches and a pulpit standing in front of one of the most beautiful views I have ever seen.
Among churches, it is the only believable one I know of.
When I was sixteen, a girl named Heather took me there.