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.