Through the Ruin

Looking out through the ruined gap, he wasn't sure if it was a window or door, he could see the landscape stretch out in front of him. It never seemed to end. Even his immediate surroundings of the old churchyard held his attention like the final minutes of the football final.
The space all around the little church building was littered with old headstones. Who knew where the original graves were located, certainly not where their identifying markers were now.
He stood there, in the shadow of the little church with its bell pulled by a chain that draped from the roof and over to the inside of a padlocked set of double doors. He stood there, for what seemed like hours, yet in fact was less than one.
He walked down the stone steps one more time and paused. One final check of his precious backpack. He jumped once and set off running, jumping over the stones in his path, straight towards the ruined gap.
As his feet left the ground for the last time and he could see the huge drop below him, he smiled. Counting from five to one, he pulled the yellow toggle on his backpack and he was snapped upwards as the chute opened above him.
One last look at the ruined gap, he was smug in his superior hunches of the coolest places to jump.