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.