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.