Where I Can Breathe

As my husband and I strolled around Annapolis on Sunday night–our first date night in many, many moons–we were stopping to take photographs. The city looked amazing; the sky was a blue that’s tough to forget, and there were few clouds on the picturesque canvas.

There’s something about being near the water. Quite simply, I can breathe when I’m there. And it has to do with the water: it’s the way it looks, the way it smells, the way it shimmers, and the way it rolls and dances.

I feel like an entirely different person when I’m there. I wouldn’t have written a contemporary romance novel set in in Annapolis had I, myself, not felt a certain passion for or had a pure love affair with that city.

Here are some of the shots I took that night. So here’s to Annapolis, the place where one can breathe.