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.