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.