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.