Joni Mitchell: For The Roses

IN A VAST, empty, wild beach a blonde girl sits in the breakers and watches the sea rolling endlessly into the sand. There are seagulls in this picture, and grey grass against the dunes. There is the fresh taste of salt in her mouth, wind in her face. Here is the ultimate freedom, the perfect moment where infinity stretches out, where time takes on Its proper form and man his proper place.