These aren’t bugs. They’re features. They remind you that you are human, and that the sky is a terrible, beautiful, unreliable artist. Tonight, I will walk to the hill at the end of my street. I will not check the weather app. I will not bring a tripod. I will sit on the cold grass, and I will watch the sun do what it has done for four billion years.

Here are the official patch notes.

But last Tuesday, standing on a ridge with my shoes filled with gravel and my phone battery at 2%, I realized I was wrong.

I am no longer chasing sunsets to catch them.

Then, I laughed.

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.