We tend to treat beauty as a reward. First the work, then the holiday. First the problems, then the sunset.
I think that is backwards. Beauty is not what we enjoy after life gets easier. It is part of what makes life bearable while it is hard.
People who have lived through difficult times often say the same thing: they survived on small beauties. A song on the radio. A neighbour's garden. The first snowfall. The beauty did not solve anything. It reminded them that the world was larger than their pain.
So I do not wait for beauty anymore. I look for it on ordinary Tuesdays, in queues, in traffic, in the middle of a hard week. It is always there. It just does not announce itself.