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.