as we cross the  mountain,  we can  walk 
 only at  night. long  ago, someone  here 
 must've angered  the sun, and  today  it 
 still burns us  strangely.  but with the 
 sunset the  air  comes raining back down 
 and  gets thick  enough to  breathe.  it 
 carries  with it smells  from far  away, 
 colourful sparks for  the imagination, a 
 sharp  contrast  for the  stale black of 
 the night.                               
                                          
 the others think i'm  young,  they don't 
 take  me   seriously  and  i  fear  they 
 snicker  a  bit.  you  usually  get  old 
 before you learn  the  trade  enough  to 
 take  other people.  but i  do lead them 
 safely     forward,     every     night. 
                                          
 however,  currently  there seems  to  be 
 something going  on ahead. those  around 
 the   corner   have  stopped,  shouting, 
 pointing.                                
                                          
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                                          
 my greatest treasure, the                
 book of stars,  is   a   combined   map, 
 calendar  and timepiece as  long  as you 
 know what year  it is.  every  page is a 
 grid  of  nine starfields,  hand  drawn, 
 below  which are written coordinates  in 
 both  space and  time.  a  lot  of it is 
 applicable on  earth,  but  not all.  it 
 hints  of  other  places  -  some  stars 
 reordered,  some   names  i  have  never 
 heard.    sometimes   the    dates   are 
 impossible.                              
                                          
 those pages are exactly what  i scramble 
 for  right  now. i've stopped breathing. 
 i  sling  open the book of  stars a  bit 
 too  quick, spilling all my notes on the 
 ground. one  lands on my foot,  it is  a 
 drawing of  a  muscle cow,  but i  could 
 care less right now.                     
                                          
 for it seems like  there's a new moon in 
 the sky.