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.