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.