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.