Joni Mitchell One Week Last Summer
[Instrumental]
I stepped outside of my little house and stood barefoot
on a rock. The pacific ocean rolled towards me. Across
the bay, a family of seals sprawled on the kelp uncovered
by the low tide. A blue heron honked overhead. All around
the house the wild roses were blooming. The air smelled
sweet and salty and loud with crows and bees. My house
was clean. I had food in the fridge for a week. I sat
outside 'til the sun went down.
That night the piano beckoned for the first time in ten
years. My fingers found these patterns which express what
words could not. This song poured out while a brown bear
rummaged through my garbage cans.
The song has seven verses constructed for the days of
that happy week. On Thursday the bear arrives.
