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.