I work in a rectangular building that was built squarely on a compass. Translation: it faces N,S,E, and W, instead of the half directions.
Yesterday at closing time, there was a grim glowering storm out of the east windows, and a dazzling, orange-yellow creamsicle sunset out of the west windows. My office-mates who sit on that side of the building had no idea that a storm was brewing, 45 feet away.
Sometimes you’re 45 feet away from something delightful. Sometimes you’re 45 feet away from the worst storm yet.
Usually you only see the one you’re headed towards.
Practice looking around you to see more than one thing.