There is a specific kind of magic that happens about forty-five minutes before the sun dips below the horizon. The light turns gold, then amber, then a bruised purple. For years, I called this “hobby.” I called it “relaxation.” I called it “getting some fresh air.”

I am chasing sunsets to be changed by them. Chasing Sunsets Version 1.01

Then, I laughed.

But last Tuesday, standing on a ridge with my shoes filled with gravel and my phone battery at 2%, I realized I was wrong. There is a specific kind of magic that

I wasn’t just watching sunsets. I was running a very old, very buggy piece of software in my brain. And it was time for an update. then a bruised purple. For years

I am no longer chasing sunsets to catch them.