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.