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.