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.