Scenic outlook

I went to stay up in New Hampshire for a bit with my aunt and uncle this past week. On the way back the other day I saw a sign for a scenic outlook, so I quickly pulled off the highway. I was puzzled at what the highway folks call a scenic outlook, I mean, it's a lovely New England vista, but nothing too dramatic. Then I looked up and that made it worth it to me. The hazy strips and the one small beautiful cloud just coming out from behind the trees describes my brain these days. Haze and murk and sun occasionally, but somewhere always in the corner, that bright spot that wants to show itself, wants to shine.