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.