Ten

Ten. That's how old my boy turned a few days ago. Ten. A decade. Double-digits. I swear, just a few days ago he was only five.

The tail end comes nearer. Menacingly. Day by day.

Time is a strange thing. A river with a mighty current. Capable of polishing even the heaviest boulders.

Which just reminds me of Erich Kästners Eisenbahngleichis - the parable of the train, where the last verse reads (translation by me, ostentatiously not a poet):

We all have boarded the same train,
towards the present which is yet to be.
We watch out the window, with what we saw, we are content.
We all have boarded the same train,
but many in the wrong compartment.