birdspiritland | Mother, Mother Ocean

My lovely and I leave for Seaside today. It's sort of our VERY belated handfasting trip, like a honeymoon except not. We're staying at Glibert House, a gorgeous Queen Anne bed and breakfast. The room, from all that I've heard, should be great, and we're actually remembering to bring bathing suits this time.
I haven't been to the coast in a couple of months; last time I went, it was also with Tyson. There's something about going to the coast with him that's so different from going with family. It's more magical, maybe, and I end up feeling the magic of the sea again. He supports the wildness inside me, and it's that wildness that connects with the world around me.
Plus, the outfit that I've put together for my photo shoot is nice-looking. I'm really proud of myself, particularly for the chemise--it is, as April would say, "the shit". Now all I have to do is pick up the corset this afternoon, and put my hair up, and I'm a genteel Victorian woman, proper and upright, who enjoys flirting with the camera as she strips down to her skivvies. Gods, I'm excited! :D
Kendra comes to town next week, and that's got me pretty damn excited too. Clubbing! Yay!