Apollo's Wrinkles

I stood along the edge of the cliff peering out. My left foot on a patch of grass that grew from a crack on the tan piece of turf, my right slightly dangling. A piece of the earths crust was concealed in the cup of my hand under my double wool grey coat. I gave it up and let it meet the bank below while eagerly awaiting the echo.
I wondered what it would be like to be that rock. I longed to meet the earth, but did not want to acknowledge that the rock was nearly invincible.