It couldn’t be denied. It had been a good life. So many seasons seen; a long and fruitful existence. Even now, slowly growing weary, each diseased limb wracked with pain, it was impossible to view age as a curse. Better to simply embrace the changes that came with it, then accept the blessing for what it was. Wisdom bequeathed by the passing of time. Beautiful beginnings, a magnificent middle and now, like all others, a time to bring things to an end. The final thought as it all came crashing down; with no-one around, would it still make a sound?