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.