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.