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.