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.