Somewhere I Belong

When we say a place is our place, the place where we belong, we should have at least some reasons why to explain it to others.
These days I was watchin' my USA pics and I suddenly remember what I had almost forgotten: what I love the most about it, its sky and air.
Have you ever seen a most gorgeous sky than the one above the United States? It's overwhelmed with colors, even when the color is the gray, and they're simply amazing; it's immense, endless.
Have you ever breathe a better air than the one we feel in those lands? It's "full", good, penetrating, touchable.
Everytime I come back to the US I look up to that marvellous sky and I take the deepest breath possibly: just like that, I feel home.
Maybe I'm too influenced by the fact that I feel America to be my real Country, but before not to trust me at all, for the colors issue just take a look at these.
...and for the air...well, I can't be helpful; there's only one thing you can do about. And I think you know quite well what is it.