Yet you could feel a vibration in the air, a sense of hastening.  It had started with the moon, inaccessible poem that it was.  Now men had walked upon it, rubber treads on a pearl of the gods.  Perhaps it was an awareness of time passing, the last summer of the decade.  Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and stop.  But stop what?  Maybe just growing up.

Patti Smith - Just Kids