She feels the streets on fire in her heart and it fuels her dancing. She feels the students' fight blooming like flowers in the Fall, a little naive and a little too late. This could have been in 1968. 
She dances in sunset’s amber light on Polaroid green grass like its Woodstock farm’s old turf. It could still be 1969. 

And she dances like she knows that for kids like them, for kids like us, there is no tomorrow.