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.