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.