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.