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.