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.