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.