Just got back from My Beloved, and it hurts. There are many, many places on this earth I would rather not be than my hometown of Phoenix, but coming back here from Monterey, California almost feels like leaving 'that perfect woman' to come home to the wife (and the life) that you have vs. the one you truly want--heartbreaking, bittersweet and, above all, so longing for what could be.
I offer a picture of a breakfast setting my brother and I had at Rocky Point Restaurant along Highway 1. I ordered the first bloody mary because I like bloody mary's. I ordered the second because I knew I would have to leave soon. Fortunately, like the place itself, it didn't disappoint. May I present: The Lone Bloody Mary Cypress.
