The last time I launched

I could only get up for three minutes.

I'm thirty eight.

The time before that I crashed after six and one half minutes. I'm already kind of famous as one of the oldest levitators to still float.

That last time the feeling was solid but I could feel a difference.

The only way I can describe it is that what was once a crisp edge is now slightly burnished.

Smoothed by time.

Softened with age.